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In fact, ever since she had lost her third husband, Mrs. Buncomhearst had thrown herself that was her phrase into outside activities. Her one wish was, on her own statement, to lose herself. So very naturally Mrs. Rasselyer-Brown looked at once to Mrs. Buncomhearst to preside over the meetings of the new society.
"We must have made some awful error." "Are they deastralized?" murmured Mrs. Buncomhearst. "Not a doubt of it," said Mr. Snoop. And then another voice in the group was heard to say, "We must hush it up. We can't have it known!" On which a chorus of voices joined in, everybody urging that it must be hushed up. "Couldn't you try to reastralize them?" said somebody to Mr. Snoop. "No, no," said Mr.
From all sides support came to the new league. The women of the city there were fifty thousand of them on the municipal voters list were not behind the men. Though not officials of the league they rallied to its cause. "Mr. Fyshe," said Mrs. Buncomhearst, who called at the office of the president of the league with offers of support, "tell me what we can do.
Snoop, still shaking. "Better not try to. We must hush it up if we can." And the general assent to this sentiment showed that, after all, the principles of Bahee, or Indifference to Others, had taken a real root in the society. "Hush it up," cried everybody, and there was a general move towards the hall. "Good Heavens!" exclaimed Mrs. Buncomhearst; "our wraps!" "Deastralized!" said the guests.
"And could you not get three or four men to come and address it so as to stir us up?" asked Mrs. Buncomhearst anxiously. "Oh, certainly," said Mr. Fyshe. So it was known after this that the women were working side by side with the men. The tea rooms of the Grand Palaver and the other hotels were filled with them every day, busy for the cause.
Buncomhearst, who had just lost her third husband by divorce had received from Mr. Yahi-Bahi a glimpse into the future that was almost uncanny in its exactness. She had asked for a divination, and Mr. Yahi-Bahi had effected one by causing her to lay six ten-dollar pieces on the table arranged in the form of a mystic serpent.
But for the most part the audience was composed of women, and they sat in a little buzz of conversation waiting for Mr. Yahi-Bahi. "I wonder," called Mrs. Buncomhearst from the chair, "if some lady would be good enough to write minutes? Miss Snagg, I wonder if you would be kind enough to write minutes? Could you?"
Buncomhearst learned of the remarriage of her second husband she had lost him three years before, owing to a difference of opinion on the emancipation of women she showed the most complete Bahee possible.
Whatever we may think, gentlemen, of the question of woman's rights in general and I think we know what we do think there is no doubt that the influence of women makes for purity in civic politics. I am glad to inform the committee that Mrs. Buncomhearst and her friends have organized all the working women of the city who have votes.
Buncomhearst. "All those in favour please signify." Nobody stirred. "Carried," said the president. "And perhaps you would be good enough, Mrs. Fyshe," she said, turning towards the stout lady, "to write the constitution." "Do you think it necessary to write it?" said Mrs. Fyshe.
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