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Updated: June 7, 2025
She came on up to us. "Why didn't you come sooner?" said Bill, "we've been expecting you." "I've been getting signatures," she replied. "Is that him?" "Yes. He's coming back after lunch." "Did you tell him that I want to get his wife to join?" We were silent. We had forgotten all about Miss Fraenkel's suffrage. She scanned our faces with an eager look in her hazel eyes. I made an effort.
She had not overstepped the mark at all. Miss Fraenkel was very nice, but it has nothing to do with my story. It is a point of honour with me to put Miss Fraenkel in her place, if I may express it so without discourtesy, and that place is certainly modest and inconspicuous. Miss Fraenkel's light was very clear and very bright, but illuminated only a small area.
"Women don't have to be led into that sort of temptation. They take it in with their mother's milk." "You cynical old devil!" exclaimed Bill, indignantly. "Well, it's true," he defended himself stoutly. "I'll bet you a quarter Miss Fraenkel's already tried them and found them guilty." "Of what?" demanded Bill. "Oh, ask Miss Fraenkel," said he. "How should I know?"
A number of millionaires' daughters had drawn upon themselves the eyes of the world by tramping on foot to Washington to plead for the vote. Miss Fraenkel's eyes dilated as she told us. We had seen the account of what the New York Daily News called "The Hike of the Golden Girls," but our eyes had not dilated.
Carville, for breaking off so abruptly, have taken the form of speech all at once. We were too dazed. We wanted to think. We would not, I say, have broken the silence for a long time ourselves. But Miss Fraenkel's temperament was different, and in this case surprising. With Miss Fraenkel silent thought, I imagine, is not a habit. With her to think is to speak.
And here were Miss Fraenkel's piquant features aglow with a flush of indignation and her hazel eyes aflame with ladylike resentment, because that imperious woman was endeavouring to assert her sovereignty over the league. In the great problems thus raised it seemed likely that the smaller matter of Mrs. Carville's allegiance might be swamped.
Most of them, he added, wore red beards. Miss Fraenkel's fine hazel eyes grew round as she visualized this frightful throng gathered among the graves of the churchyard. It occurred to me that it only showed, after all, how difficult it is to convey in words a just notion of a foreign land, and how easy it is for "travellers' tales" to become incredible fabrications.
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