MRS. CHINN Thinking.

GINGER It's what we women 'aven't done enough of--in the past, I
mean. All that's going to be altered. In the future there's going
to be no difference between men and women.

MRS. CHINN [Slowly, quietly she turns upon GINGER her
expressionless eyes.]

GINGER Mentally, I mean, o' course.

MRS. CHINN [Takes back her eyes.]

GINGER Do you know, Mrs. Chinn, that once upon a time there was
only one sex? [She spreads herself.] Hus!

MRS. CHINN You ain't thinking of going back to it, are you?

GINGER Not if the men be'ave themselves.

MRS. CHINN Perhaps they're doing their best, poor things! It
don't do to be too impatient with them.

GINGER Was talking to old Dot-and-carry-one the other d'y. You
know who I mean--chap with the wooden leg as 'as 'is pitch outside
the "George." "Wot do you wimmen want worrying yourselves about
things outside the 'ome?" 'e says to me. "You've got the
children," 'e says. "Oh," I says, "and whose fault's that, I'd
like to know? You wait till we've got the vote," I says, "we'll