“The children in this country are the one center and focus of all our thoughts. Every step of our advance is always considered in its effect on them--on the race. You see, we are _Mothers_,” she repeated, as if in that she had said it all. “I don’t see how that fact--which is shared by all women--constitutes any risk to us,” Terry persisted. “You mean they would defend their children from attack. Of course. Any mothers would. But we are not savages, my dear lady; we are not going to hurt any mother’s child.” They looked at one another and shook their heads a little, but Zava turned to Jeff and urged him to make us see--said he seemed to understand more fully than we did. And he tried. I can see it now, or at least much more of it, but it has taken me a long time, and a good deal of honest intellectual effort. What they call Motherhood was like this: They began with a really high degree of social development, something like that of Ancient Egypt or Greece. Then they suffered the loss of everything masculine, and supposed at first that all human power and safety had gone too. Then they developed this virgin birth capacity. Then, since the prosperity of their children depended on it, the fullest and subtlest coordination began to be practiced. I remember how long Terry balked at the evident unanimity of these women--the most conspicuous feature of their whole culture. “It’s impossible!” he would insist. “Women cannot cooperate--it’s against nature.” When we urged the obvious facts he would say: “Fiddlesticks!” or “Hang your facts--I tell you it can’t be done!” And we never succeeded in shutting him up till Jeff dragged in the hymenoptera. “‘Go to the ant, thou sluggard’--and learn something,” he said triumphantly. “Don’t they cooperate pretty well? You can’t beat it. This place is just like an enormous anthill--you know an anthill is nothing but a nursery. And how about bees? Don’t they manage to cooperate and love one another? As the birds do love the Spring, Or the bees their careful king, as that precious Constable had it. Just show me a combination of male creatures, bird, bug, or beast, that works as well, will you? Or one of our masculine countries where the people work together as well as they do here! I tell you, women are the natural cooperators, not men!” Terry had to learn a good many things he did not want to. To go back to my little analysis of what happened: They developed all this close inter-service in the interests of their children. To do the best work they had to specialize, of course; the children needed spinners and weavers, farmers and gardeners, carpenters and masons, as well as mothers.