Then his Radical sister came. She inspected something under Government, and with a burning faith in womanhood hoped against hope that with time her aunt must be converted "to think the right things." With a mere niece Henrietta felt at liberty, and very competent, to correct. But she little knew with whom she was reckoning. "Servants belong to a Trade Union, Annie and Emma" (the cook) "join a Union. How perfectly ridiculous!" "But why ridiculous, Aunt Etta?" "Because it is." "No, but do tell me, Aunt Etta. I know there must be some solid reason, and I should be so much interested to hear it." "You should have seen Annie's hat last Sunday: enormous pink roses in it." "Yes," answered her niece, catching her aunt out very easily, "but as far as that goes some ladies have enormous pink roses." "Yes, indeed. Why, when I was young we should never----" "And you don't object to their joining Trade Unions?" "Yes, I do." "But, after all, what is that Teachers' Society that Hilda belongs to" (Hilda was another niece) "but a Trade Union? And you went on their excursion, Hilda told me." "That has nothing to do with it" (a favourite refuge with old ladies when they are getting the worst of a discussion). "Of course, if Hilda----" "So I mean Annie's wearing garish hats is not really a reason against her joining a Trade Union. You see my point, don't you?" "I particularly dislike being interrupted. I hadn't finished what I was going to say." "I beg your pardon, Aunt Etta, I am so sorry. What was it you were going to say?" Henrietta could not remember, and branched off to something else. "Wearing all this jewellery in the day is so common. That girl at the post office had two brooches and a locket, and she kept me waiting so long; she always does." "Yes, but I think we must leave them to judge what they like to wear; it is not our business really, is it? But I did just want to speak to you about this Servants' Union, Aunt Etta. I wonder if I might give Annie a little pamphlet I have written about it. Of course, we don't want them to be always striking or anything of that sort. The aim of my Society is simply to try and rouse servants to a sense of what it is they're missing--this great power of organization and solidarity which they ought to have. I think Annie looks such a nice intelligent girl, who would be sure to have an influence with her friends." "No, she's most tiresome and inconsiderate. She _would_ go out this evening just when you were coming, because she wanted to take her mother to the hospital, so that I had to have Mrs. Spring, and it is all very well for Annie to say----"