The two burly gentlemen in the rear also turned and followed, but E. Eliot was too busy planning how to manage Mrs. Remington to notice them. She had to walk rapidly to keep her quarry in sight. As she came within some thirty yards of the gate she saw Genevieve challenge the gatekeeper, present her card and slip inside, the gate clanging to behind her. E. Eliot broke into a jog trot, rounded the corner of the wall, pulled herself up quickly, using the stones of the wall as footholds. She hung from the top and let herself drop softly inside, standing perfectly still in the shadow. At the same moment the two burly gentlemen ran round the corner and saw nothing. "I told ye to run--" began one of them fiercely. "Aw, shut up. If she went over here, she'll come out here. We'll wait." The midnight gong and the noise of the women shuffling out into the courtyard drowned that conversation for E. Eliot. She stood and watched the gatekeeper saunter indoors, not waiting for the man who relieved him on duty. She watched Genevieve go forward and meet the factory hands. The newcomer shyly spoke to the first group. The eavesdropper could not hear what she said. But the crowd gathered about the speaker, shuffling, chaffing, finally listening. Somebody captured the gatekeeper's stool and Genevieve stood on it. "What I want to tell you is how beautiful it is for women to stand together and work together to make the world better," she began. "Say, what is your job?" demanded a girl, suspicious of the soft voice and modulated speech. "Well, I--I only keep house now. But I intend to begin to do a great deal for the community, for all of you----" "She keeps house--poor little overworked thing!" "But the point is, not what you do, but the spirit you do it in----" "What is this, a revival meetin'?" "So I want to tell you what the women of this town mean to do." "Hear! Hear! Listen at the suffragette!" "First, we mean to clean up the Kentwood district. You all know how awful those cottages are." "Sure; we live in 'em!" "We intend to force the landlords to tear them down and improve all that district." "Much obliged, lady, and where do we go?" demanded one of her listeners. "You must have better living conditions." "But where? Rents in this town has boomed since the war began. Ain't that got to you yet? There ain't no place left fer the poor." "Then we must find places and make them healthy and beautiful." "For the love of Mike! She's talkin' about heaven, ain't she?" "She's talkin' through her hat!" cried another. "Then, we mean to make the factories obey the laws. They have no right to make you girls work here at night." "Who's makin' us?" "We are going to force the factories to obey the letter of the law on our statute books." A thin, flushed girl stepped out of the crowd and faced her. "Say, who is 'we'?" "Why, all of us, the women of Whitewater."