you leave? I like these talks," she went on as they walked towards the cabin where a light showed that Thora and Jackson were awaiting them. "It makes me feel as if I were a part of the big world of people, as if there were something I could do,
"I" said the sparrow,
"With my bow and arrow."
meaning suffrage and my vote. Not that I exactly want to be called a suffragist. I wish they had coined another title."
"I don't think they coined it themselves. It was wished on them. And I don't think you will become an extremist."
"No. Natural ways are best. The mills of the gods, grinding slowly but exceeding fine. How Dame Nature must laugh at us ants, trying to upset the world, scurrying to and fro, yet accomplishing something, after all. As you will accomplish. For you will find a way, I am sure of it."
"Why?"
She glanced at him in the dusk and her voice made him tingle.
"Because you are that kind of a man. And Fortune favors the brave."
"Then you ought to make a wonderful success of the Hidden Homestead," he replied.
The notes of Thora's violin greeted them and they went in to see her big but lissome figure swaying to her music, the fiddle tucked up under her strongly rounded chin, nestled on her capacious bosom, Jackson smoking a cigarette by permission,
