Thursday night?
What time do you dine ?" A lump rose in her throat.

"Now, Ethel, Ethel, you soft little fool--you're only twenty-five, you know.

And of all the adorable babies waiting in a nursery--" One day she found Fifth Avenue crammed and jammed with a huge parade.
She had her chauffeur get as close as he could, and with intent and curious eyes she watched the suffragists march by.

What hosts and hosts of women, how jolly and how friendly.

Oh, what a lark they were having together! Why not join them, then and there?
For an instant she thought of leaving her car and falling right in with some marching group.