"Well, Charlie, I'd been sitting there meek as peaches while that little
gal explained to us all about men and women, but when she gets that off,
and right away asks if anybody in the audience has got any questions,
seemed like I couldn't sit still any longer. 'Excuse me,' I says,
standing up, 'but d'ye make a plea for the single standard of physical
courage also, miss?' I says. 'What say?' she sings out, pretending not
to hear me, while she tries to think what it said in that book she'd
been reading. 'It's a little thing, miss,' I says, 'only an old fellow's
way of saying if maybe Godalmighty didn't figure a little variety'd be a
good thing in this hard world he gave us. When the ship goes down,' I
says, 'do you call on your sisters for the single standard of courage,
miss, or do you hold by the men's rule of the sea and the land, and hop
into the lifeboats with the kids? Excuse a plain old fellow from
speakin' up this way, miss,' I says, 'but seems to me maybe Godalmighty
might have known what he was doing when he gave women more feeling, and
men more fighting strength; when he appointed women to give life and men
to guard it; when, as you might put it, he appointed some virtues for
both to hold in common, and then some for each of 'em to grow and
cultivate specially. And maybe, miss,' I says, 'Godalmighty made the
distribution fairer than some of our college gals realize.' Well,
Charlie, you ought to have heard the hand the crowd gave me, though
there was some hissin' by Suffragettes, I own. And what d'ye think that
cute-lookin' little thing does? 'I deny,' she sings out, her voice
shaking, 'that God gave more strength to men. I deny there is a God,'
she says. And right there she bu'sts out crying, and runs off the
stage.... Yes, she did!--first speech in public maybe. Well, Charlie,
all I say is, that's the kind of loose talk our gals're hearing all the
time nowadays. And that," said Mr. Wing, coming to a halt before his own
steps, and glancing hastily over his shoulder toward his door--"that's
why I can't help feeling sorry for this little gal here that got into
the trouble, and taking sides with her, too, against my public duty and
morals. Why, Charlie, _she_ thought all the talk was meant, not seeing
it was only half-foolin', like in a play."
Now it was that Charles Garrott's bored eye upon Uncle Oliver suddenly
became fixed.
"Taking sides with her?" he said, speaking for almost the first time in
the walk. "What do you mean?"
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