somewhere else.

And the woman found also that, while the door opened readily enough to
her knock, she was received without a welcome. Through that other
door, the door that God himself has opened, she would have entered
into a joyous welcome--she would have been received with gladness,
with rejoicing, with holiest love, and highest honor. To her, in the
world that lies beyond the old, old, door, would have been rendered
homage and reverence second only to that given to God Himself.
_There,_ she would have been received as a _woman_ for her
_womanhood;_ she would have been given first place among all
created things. But the world into which she entered alone did not so
receive her. It received her coldly. Its manner said quite plainly:
"Why are you here? What do you want?" It said: "There is no sentiment
here, no love, no reverence, no homage; there is only business here,
only law, only figures and facts."

This world was not unkind to her, but it did not receive her as a
woman. It could not. It did not value her _womanhood_. Womanhood
has no value there. It valued her clear brain, her physical strength,
her skillful hands, her willing feet, her ready wit: but her womanhood
it ignored. The most priceless gift of the Creator to his
creatures--the one thing without which all human effort would be in
vain, no Christian prayer would be possible; the one thing without
which mankind would perish from the earth--this world, into which the
woman went, rejected. But the things that belonged to her
womanhood--the charm of her manner; the beauty of her face and form;
the appeal of her sex; the quick intuitions of her soul--all these
this world received and upon them put a price. They became not forces
to be used by her in wifehood and motherhood but commercial assets,