"Holiday?" said she, looking straight at me. Instantly ashamed at
having mentioned such a legitimate excuse, I murmured something
about not having had one since before entering college.

"But can't you stay?" she said.

I was lost. I knew I would stay. As a matter of fact, I stayed
through the heat of a Washington summer, returned only long
enough at the end of the summer to close up my work in state
suffrage and came back to join the group at Washington. And it
was years before I ever mentioned a holiday again.

Frequently she achieved her end without even a single word Of
retort. Soon after Miss Paul came to Washington in 1913, ;she
went to call on a suffragist in that city to ask her to donate
;some funds toward the rent of headquarters in the Capital. The
woman sighed. "I thought when Miss Anthony died," she said, "that
all my troubles were at an end. She used to come to me for money
for a federal amendment and I always told her it was wrong to ask
for one, and that besides we would never get it. But she kept
right on coming. Then when she died we

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didn't hear any more about an amendment. And now you come again
saying the same things Miss Anthony said."

Miss Paul listened, said she was sorry and departed. Very shortly
a check arrived at headquarters to cover a month's rent.