eyes narrowed, thoughtfully.

"They seem to have put it over," he said. "And yet, what's
the idea? Oh, I'm for suffrage, of course. Naturally. And
all those thousands of women, in white--still, a thing as
huge as this parade has to be reduced to a common
denominator, to be really successful. If somebody could
take the whole thing, boil it down, and make the country see
what this huge demonstration stands for."

Fanny leaned forward suddenly. "Tell the man to stop. I
want to get out."

Fenger and Ella stared. "What for?" But Fenger obeyed.

"I want to get something at this stationer's shop." She had
jumped down almost before the motor had stopped at the curb.

"But let me get it."

"No. You can't. Wait here." She disappeared within the
shop. She was back in five minutes, a flat, loosely wrapped
square under her arm. "Cardboard," she explained briefly,
in answer to their questions.

Fenger, about to leave them at their hotel, presented his
plans for the evening. Fanny, looking up at him, her head
full of other plans, thought he looked and sounded very much
like Big Business. And, for the moment at least, Fanny
Brandeis loathed Big Business, and all that it stood for.