"Yes. I didn't know she was going to speak to-day--but she and Rose Darragh often do speak together. They're great friends.... Somebody ought to tell them who she is--Oh! they know--" "_Shh!_" "Oh, she's holding them--" Lily Fay clutched her companion's arm. "Hagar Ashendyne! I went to school with her--" "The writer?" "Yes. How strange it seems.... Oh, listen!" Hagar's voice came to them, silver clear as a swinging bell. "Men and women--I am going to tell you why a woman like myself finds herself to-day under a mental and moral compulsion consciously to further what is called the Woman Movement--" She spoke for ten minutes. When she ended and stepped from the platform, there followed a moment of silence, then applause broke forth. A dark-eyed, breathless girl, a lettered ribbon across her coat, caught her hand. "Hurry! We're waiting for you at the next stand. Rose Darragh is just through--" The two hastened away together, lithe and free beneath the falling brown leaves. A Columbia man was speaking well for the Men's League, but a good proportion of the crowd, John and Lily Fay among them, followed the wood-brown skirt. They followed from stand to stand during the next hour, at the end of which time speaking was over for that day. The crowd broke up; the speakers, after some cheerful talk among themselves, gathered together their banners and pennants and went their several ways; committees looked after the taking-down of the stands. Lily went over to Hagar Ashendyne standing with Rose Darragh and Molly Josslyn, talking to a little group of friendly people. "I'm Lily Goldwell. Do you remember?" Hagar put her arms about her. "Oh, Lily, how is your head? Have you got that menthol pencil still?" "My head got better and I threw it away. Oh, Hagar, you are a sight for sair een!... Yes, I'm Lily Fay, now. I'm on my way to England to join my husband. The boat sails next week. I'm at the ----. This is my brother-in-law, John Fay." "I've got to be at Carnegie Hall to-night," said Hagar. "And I have something to do to-morrow through the day--but the evening's free. Won't you come to dinner with me--both of you? Yes, I want you, want you bad! Come early--come at six."