bodies and sickly, hopeless children. We should not
shout for joy; we should cry. God never meant for
woman to be a wage-earner!"

A sob caught her voice and she paused.

The artist watched her emotion with keen
interest.

"Neither do I believe that God means to force woman
at last to do the tasks of man. But she's doing them,
dear--and it must be so until a brighter day dawns for
humanity. The new world that opens before us will
never abolish marriage, but it has opened our eyes to
know what it means. You refuse to open yours. You
refuse to see this new world about you. I've begged
you to join one of my clubs. You refuse. I beg you to
meet and know such men of genius as Gordon----"

"As an artist's model!"

"It's the only way on earth you can meet him. You
stick to your narrow, hide-bound conventional life and
dream of the Knight who will suddenly appear some day
out of the mists and clouds. You dream of the Fate God
has prepared for you in His mysterious Providence.
It's funny how that idea persists even today in novels.
As a matter of fact we know that the old-fashioned girl
met her Fate because her shrewd mother planned the
meeting--planned it with cunning and stratagem. You're