When she'd got through, right in the middle of the power and the glory that came in my head, something else flew up and it was: 1. See about having seats put in the County House Yard. 2. See about getting the blankets in the Calaboose washed oftener. 3. See about--and all the rest of them. And instead, _this_ was what we were for, till all of us have earned the right to something better. This was what we could help to do. It was like the sky had turned into a skylight, and let me look up through.... My seat was on the side corner of the platform, nearest to her. She had spoken last, and everybody was rustling to go. I didn't wait a minute. I went down close beside the footlights and the blue hydrangeas, and held out my letter. And I says: "Oh! Come to Friendship Village. You must come. We were going to get the blankets in the calaboose washed oftener--and--we--oh, you come, and make us see that life is the kind of thing you say it is, and show us that we belong!" She took the letter that Mis' Fire Chief Merriman had composed for me, and right while forty folks were waiting for her, she stood and read it. She had a wonderful kind of tender smile, and she smiled with that. And then all she says to me was all I wanted: "I'll come. When do you want me?" Never, not if I live till after my dying day, will I forget the day that I got back to Friendship Village. When it came in sight through the car window, I saw it--not sitting down on its green cushions now, but standing tip-toe on its heaven-kissing hills--waiting to see what we could do to it. When you come home from a big convention like that, if you don't step your foot on your own depot platform with a new sense of consecration to your town, and to all living things, then you didn't deserve your badge, nor your seat, nor your privilege. And as I rode into the town, thinking this, and thinking more than I had words to think with, I wanted to chant a chant, like Deborah (but pronounced Déborah when it's a relative). And I wanted to say: "Oh, Lord. Here we live in a town five thousand strong, and we been acting like we were five thousand weak--and we never knew it. "And because we had learned to sweep up a few feet beyond our own door-yard, and had found out the names of a few things we had never heard of before, we thought we were civic. We even thought we were social. "Civic. Social. We thought these were new names for new things. And here they are only bringing in the kingdom of God, that we've known about all along. "Oh, it isn't going to be brought in by women working along alone. Nor by men working along alone. It's going to come in by whole towns rising up together men and women, shoulder to shoulder, and nobody left out, organized and conscious and working like one folk. Like one folk."