Wrenn into the game, playing with him
against Mrs. Arty and Miss Mary Proudfoot.
Mrs. Arty sounded the occasion's pitch of high merriment by
delivering from the doorway the sacred old saying, "Well, the
ladies against the men, eh?"
A general grunt that might be spelled "Hmmmmhm" assented.
"I'm a good suffragette," she added. "Watch us squat the men, Mary."
"Like to smash windows? Let's see--it's red fours, black fives
up?" remarked Tom, as he prepared the pack of cards for playing.
"Yes, I would! It makes me so tired," asseverated Mrs. Arty, "to
think of the old goats that men put up for candidates when they
_know_ they're solemn old fools! I'd just like to get out and
vote my head off."
"Well, I think the woman's place is in the home," sniffed Miss
Proudfoot, decisively, tucking away a doily she was finishing
for the Women's Exchange and jabbing at her bangs.
They settled themselves about the glowing, glancing, glittering,
golden-oak center-table. Miss Proudfoot shuffled sternly. Mr.
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