chasing off to see a cooperative kitchen and training school for housemaids—"
She stopped abruptly, and resumed her study of the beaded bronze slipper.
"And then," prompted Mr. Larry in exactly the tone which he knew would bring a response.
"Oh, Larry, I'm afraid I'm a little silly," she sighed. "I can't rise to the heights of cooperation and the good of the greatest number and all that sort of thing. Moreover, if I keep on investigating the attempts of my own sex to solve the high cost of living problem, I shall develop into an out and out anti-suffragist. If we women can not solve the economic problems in our own pantries and kitchens, what right have we to meddle with state and national economics?"
Mr. Larry flung back his head and laughed with delight.
"My dear girl," he announced consolingly, "if every man who has shown himself incompetent to direct the finances of his family and his business were deprived of the ballot, the voting list in this city would be cut down about
