and swept the house, and washed the children and sent them to school, and hoed the garden and fed the chickens, and worked all the afternoon in the hayfield, and was now on her way to the barn to finish her day's work with the milking, was accosted by an earnest agitator, who asked her if she didn't want the vote. But the farmer's wife shook her head: "No," she answered, "if there's any one little thing the men can be trusted to do alone, for heaven's sake, let 'em!"
But is there? From the rose bowered cottage, the cottage red roofed and the blue trimmed cottage and the ikon blessed cottage, and the plain little white house somewhere off Main Street, there is a rising to the question.
Lest we forget, this war was made in the land where woman's place was in the kitchen!
And the mere housewifely mind asks, Could confusion be anywhere worse confounded than in the government houses of the world to-day?
Hark! You cannot fail to hear it! The cry of the nations is now sharp and clear. It is the cry of their distress: "Women wanted in the counsels of state."
