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I sat down, and Mrs. Makely continued: "I have thought it all out, and I want you to confess that in all practical matters a woman's brain is better than a man's. Mr. Bullion, here, says it is, and I want you to say so, too."
"Yes," the banker admitted, "when it comes down to business, a woman is worth any two of us."
"And we have just been agreeing," I coincided, "that the only gentlemen among us are women. Mrs. Makely, I admit, without further dispute, that the most unworldly woman is wordlier than the worldliest man; and that in all practical matters we fade into dreamers and doctrinaires beside you. Now, go on!"
But she did not mean to let me off so easily. She
