employed me as stenographer before I was married, and inquired of her whether she thought I could get back my old position.
"But, my dear," she exclaimed, "your husband is receiving a good salary ! Why should you work?"
I told her that my husband had in mind the writing of a book on social reform, and I wished to help him in his ambition by earning some money towards its publication.
"Social reform!" she echoed. "What sort of social reformer is he who would allow his wife to work when he is well able to support her!"
She bade me go home and think no more of an office position. I was disappointed. I said: "Oh! I wish I could earn some money for James. If I were earning money, perhaps he would not think me so stupid."
"Stupid, my dear girl! You are one of the brightest little women I know," kindly comforted Mrs. Rogers.
But I knew differently and went on to tell her of my inability to figure with my husband how much he had made on certain sales, of my lack of interest in politics, labor questions, woman suffrage, and world reformation. "Oh! I cried, "I am a narrow-minded woman. All I care for is for my husband to love me and be kind to me, for life to be pleasant and
