They must be made to realize the essential barrenness of her triumph, its lack of the savor and tang of life, the multitude of makeshifts she must practice to recompense her for the lack of the great adventure of natural living.
And they see it, many of them, before they are out of college, and their militancy falls off like the cloak it generally is.

The girl abandons her quest.

In the early days she was likely to be treated as an apostate if, instead of following the "life work" she had picked out, she slipped back into matrimony.

I can remember the dismay among certain militant friends when Alice Freeman married.

"Our first college president," they groaned.