"Ah, I was wrong," she smiled back at him. "I see you do know something about the present political situation. If you will kindly keep your questions till I have finished speaking, I shall be very happy to----" "Yuss!" agreed a supporter. "Stow it, Jim, till the lidy's had 'er say." "But I don't want to hear no bloomin' Suffragette," grumbled the youth, angrily conscious that the crowd was no longer with him. "Then git out!" advised the crowd; and the speaker's voice was drowned for a minute or so in the altercation that followed. "What's it all about?" asked one woman of another, at the edge of the crowd. The other, encircling a large bundle with her arms, shook her head. "I dunno," she said; "but I loves to 'ear 'em talk." The woman on the sugar-box was just giving the obvious reply to another interrupter, who wanted to know how a woman could find time to vote if she had a husband and six children to look after. "How does a man find time to vote, if he has a wife and six children to support?" she demanded; and the woman with the bundle nodded approvingly. "Now she's talkin' sense, and I likes sense," she remarked to her companion. "I don't 'old with women bein' Prime Ministers, but I likes sense." The hostile youth, growing tired of being made the sport of the crowd, moved off with the remark that he would like "to see 'em all drowned"; and the speaker profited by a temporary lull and began to talk of economics. She held her audience now without difficulty, telling them things about the labour market that they knew to be true; and a kind of tense hush was over the crowd round the sugar-box, when a well-dressed woman came strolling along the pavement on her way home from the Park. "Why, I do believe that is a real live Suffragette! How chic!" she exclaimed with an amused smile. The Suffragette caught the remark, and determined to catch the woman who made it. In a minute or two the amused smile was gone, and another comment floated up to the sugar-box. "Jack, are you there? You must come and listen to this--you positively must! I--I had no idea they were like that!" The woman in the French hat was won, but the crowd was again temporarily lost, and wild din reigned for the next few moments while supporters yelled for silence and opponents sang songs. At the first semblance of a pause, the Suffragette broke in again, the smile still predominating. "I can see how anxious you are to help the Suffragettes," she said sweetly; and once more she carried the joking, irresponsible crowd along with her. "You women who are here, come to our demonstration in Hyde Park next Sunday----" "Hold on, young woman, who's going to cook the Sunday dinner for the kids?" interposed a voice. "Your wife will cook it before she starts," was the ready rejoinder. "Or, better still, she can cook it overnight, and you can bring it with you and eat it in the Park----"