"She seems especially hard on poor girls who have to get their own meals," broke in Molly. "Is there anything unfeminine in getting a bottle of milk from the corner grocery, I wonder? Or saying good-morning to the postman or Mr. Murphy? What would Miss Slammer think of us if she knew how often we had tea with Mrs. Murphy and Mr. Murphy, too?" "She recommends colleges for women to pattern themselves after a Fifth Avenue school that teaches manners before it teaches classics," burst out Judy. "I wonder if she went to that school?" "She is evidently opposed to higher education for women," remarked Edith. "The style of her writing shows that as much as her sentiments do." "I know one thing," cried Judy, "this settles it. I'm going to join the Woman's Suffrage Society to-day. If this is the way an anti thinks, I'm for the other side." Edith and Molly laughed. "It's an excellent reason for changing your political views, Judy," said Molly. And now the office of the _Commune_ was besieged by numbers of students from the three upper classes. There were even one or two indignant freshmen present. Those who had received the article by the first mail had handed it to those who had not. Many of the girls had already written letters in reply and sent them to be published in New York papers. Would the editors of the _Commune_ do anything about the base, libelous article? Were these stinging falsehoods about college girls to be allowed to be scattered over the country without a single protest? "You may add my name to the Suffrage Club, Miss Wakefield," called a junior. "And mine." "And mine." So Margaret's list of converts swelled amazingly that afternoon. Edith was enjoying herself immensely. "What funny creatures girls are," she said to Molly, still sitting on the arm of the editorial chair. The question was: how was the article to be answered? No doubt college girls everywhere were thinking the same thing; therefore, the Wellington girls would not like to be backward in coming forward. "I suppose all the other colleges will be answering the article in about the same way," said Margaret. "I wish we could think of something original and different. Something more personal than a letter to a newspaper." "She speaks on anti-suffrage, doesn't she?" asked Edith. "Oh, yes," cried Margaret. "She is evidently one of those women who believes she can stem the tide of human progress by taking a stand against higher education and universal suffrage. Do you think women like that are ever silent? They are always standing on the street corners trying to lift their little puny voices above the multitude--but who hears them?" There was a burst of laughter at Margaret's eloquence. "Why not ask her to speak here?" suggested Edith. "What good would that do?" "Besides, she wouldn't come." "Oh, yes she would. Wait until all this blows over and then send her the invitation. People who write like that always want to talk."