Behind them came whole regiments of women and girls of a simpler kind.

Some of them earned their own living, no doubt--yes, and had to work hard to do it.
"Wouldn't they do?
Look at that one! Wouldn't I like her for a friend ?" In a flash Ethel remembered the little history "prof" at home, who had begged her girls to live and grow.
"Now, Ethel Lanier, you're going to get right out of this car and fall into line--friends or no friends!" In a moment, scowling to keep up her nerve, she was pushing through the standers-by right out into the Avenue; and feeling like a public sight, she tried quickly to get into line.
"You can't march here! Our line is full!" a voice said sharply.

Ethel gasped and reddened, turned blindly to the file behind.
"Do you want to march with us ?" somebody asked.
"Yes! Oh, thank you!" "Fall right in.

That's right, my dear--here, take one of my flags." "You're awfully kind!" "Hooray for the vote!" Through eyes a little misty Ethel saw striding along at her side a sturdy little old lady in black.

And she blessed her fervently.