"That’s what you think, is it?" "I know it." She smiled: "Watch the women of my generation, Jim—when you can spare a few moments of your valuable time from writing masterpieces of fiction." "I certainly shall. I’ll study ’em. They’re material for me. They _are_ funny, you know." "They are, indeed," she said, her grey eyes full of malice, "funnier than you dream of! You are going to see a generation that will endure no man-devised restrictions, submit to no tyrannical trammels, endure no masculine nonsense. You’ll see this new species of woman coming faster and faster, thicker and thicker, each one knowing her own mind or intent on knowing it. You’ll see them animated by a thousand new interests, pursuing a thousand new vocations, scornful of masculine criticism, impervious to admonition, regardless of what men think and say and do about it. "That’s what you’ll see, Jim, a restless sex destroying their last barriers; a world of women contemptuous of men’s opinions, convinced of their own rights, going after whatever they want, and doing it in their own way. "If they wish to marry and bother with children they’ll pick out a healthy man and do it; if not, they won’t. Love plays a very, very small part in a man’s life. Love, sentiment, domesticity, and the nursery were once supposed to make up a woman’s entire existence. Now the time is coming very swiftly when love will play no more of a rôle in a woman’s life than it does in a man’s. She’ll have her fling, first, if she chooses, just as freely as he does. And some day, if she finds it worth the inconvenience, she’ll marry and take a year or two off and raise a few babies. Otherwise, decidedly not!" "These are fine sentiments!" he exclaimed, laughing, yet not too genuinely amused. "I’m not sure that I’d better go and leave you here with that exceedingly pretty little head of yours stuffed and seething with this sort of propaganda!" "You might as well. The whole world is beginning to seethe with it. After all, what does it mean except equality of the sexes? Hands off—that’s all it means." "Are you a suffragette, Steve?" he inquired, smilingly. "Oh, Jim, that’s old stuff! Everybody is. All that is merely a matter of time, now. What interests us is our realization of our own individual independence. Why, I can’t tell you what a delightful knowledge it is to understand that we can do jolly well what we please and not care a snap of our fingers for masculine opinion!" "That’s a fine creed," he remarked. "What a charming bunch you must be training with at Vassar! I think I’ll get off this steamer and remain here for a little scientific observation of your development and conduct." "No use," she said gaily. "I’ve promised to learn to be a hospital nurse. After that, perhaps, if you return, you’ll find me really worth observing."