“Evelina.” she said, as she sank in a chair near me and fastened her large, very young-in-soul, eyes on mine, “were you just joking Nell, or did you mean it, when you said the other day that you thought it would be cowardly of a woman not to show a man that she loved him, if he for any reason was not willing to make the first advances to her?” Sallie is perfectly lovely in the faint lavender and pink things that Jane made her decide to get in one conversation, whereas while Nell and Caroline and I had been looking up and bringing her surreptitious samples of all colors from the store all summer.

“Well, I don’t know that I exactly meant Nell to take it all to heart,” I answered without the slightest suspicion of what was coming.  “But I do think, Sallie, it would be no more than honest, fearless, and within a woman’s own greater rights.”

“Mr. Haley was saying the other evening that a woman’s sweet dependence was a man’s most precious heritage,” Sallie gently mused out on the atmosphere that was beginning to be pretty highly charged.

“Doesn’t a woman have to depend on her husband’s tenderness and care all of the time—­time she is bearing a child, Sallie, even up to the asafoetida spoon crisis?” I asked with my cheeks in a flame but determined to stand my ground.  “It does seem to me that nature puts her in a position to demand so much support from him in those times that she ought to rely on herself when she can.  Especially as she is likely to bring an indefinite number of such crises into their joint existence.”

Sallie laughed, for she remembered the high horse I had mounted on the subject of Mamie and Ned Hall the day after the Assembly dance.

And as I laughed suddenly a picture I had seen down at the Hall’s flashed across my mind.  I had gone down to tell Mamie something Aunt Augusta wanted her to propose next day at a meeting of the Equality League about drinking water in the public school building.  Mamie has learned to make, with pink cheeks and shining eyes, the quaintest little speeches that always carry the house—­and even made one at a public meeting when we invited the men to hand over our fifty dollars for the monument.  Ned’s face was a picture as he held a ruffle of her muslin gown between his fingers while she stood up to do it.

But the picture that flashed through my mind was dearer than that and I put it away in that jewel-box that I am going to open some day for my own man.

Both Mamie’s nurse and cook had gone to the third funeral of the season and Mamie was feeding the entire family in the back yard.  The kiddies were sitting in a row along the top of the back steps, eating cookies and milk, with bibs around their necks,—­from the twelve year old Jennie, who had tied on hers for fun, down to the chubby-kins next to the baby,—­and Mamie was sitting flat on the grass in front of them nursing little Ned, with big Ned sitting beside her with his arm around both her and the baby.  He