"Fanny," she said, "we are trying to find a name for our club; please save your stories for another time. Mrs. Stout, have you any suitable name in mind?" "How would 'The Manville Woman's Club' do?" replied Mrs. Stout. "Very good," said Mrs. Tweedie, "only I am prejudiced in regard to the name of our town; it is so suggestive of the _other sex_." "Well," replied Mrs. Stout, "we've all tried, now what do you think we ought to call ourselves, Mis' Tweedie?" "I have considered the matter with care," replied Mrs. Tweedie. "Many names have come into my mind, but for one reason or another, all excepting one were rejected. The one that appeals to me as being the most appropriate and beautifully poetic is 'The Morning Glory Club.'" "Beautiful," murmured the ladies, excepting Mrs. Stout, who laughed until her fat body shook. "Excuse _me_," she said, as soon as she could control her mirth. "It's an awful pretty name, but what a beautiful bunch of morning glories us old women will make." If the ladies had been profane what opportunities Mrs. Stout had given them. She continued to laugh, however, despite their frowns. "Madam President," said Miss Sawyer, when Mrs. Stout's laughter had subsided to a gurgling chuckle. "The name that you have suggested is admirable. The only question in my mind is concerning the word 'club.' Is 'club' more appropriate than association, or some other word?" "You might say congregation," replied Mrs. Stout, "or aggregation." "Club," replied Mrs. Tweedie, "is the term generally used, I believe, to--" "What difference does it make, anyway?" Mrs. Stout interrupted. "We'll never get anything done if we don't 'tend to business better'n we have. We've done about as much in two hours as the men would have done in ten minutes." "Indeed," retorted Mrs. Tweedie, "but would they have done it as well?" She asked the question in tones approaching anger. (Blue blood boils at 180° F.) "Better," snapped Mrs. Stout, who was fast losing patience. "And why?" pressed Mrs. Tweedie, determined this time to utterly squelch Mrs. Stout if such a thing were possible. "Because," replied Mrs. Stout, "they wouldn't have talked about everything under the sun while they was doin' it." "No, my dear Mrs. Stout" (Mrs. Tweedie knew the irony of "my dear" perfectly), "it would be because the _other sex_ are more experienced than woman. And they are more experienced because for centuries it has been their exclusive right to organize and govern. In the meantime, we women have been kept under foot and in darkness."