The dog is 'the friend of man,' we say—we love them."

"Then you don't call a breed of women whose one concern is motherhood—womanly?"

he would cheerfully have killed them—he

was theirs of course, raised to its highest power;

there is still, in varying degree, ignorance, with prejudice and unbridled emotion."

He tried again, this time bringing out a circlet of rhinestones,

He had such rose-colored halos on his womenfolks. I held a middle ground, highly scientific, of course, and used to argue learnedly about the physiological limitations of the sex.

Then we found ourselves much in the position of the suffragette trying to get to the Parliament buildings through a triple cordon of London police.

We had quite easily come to accept the Herland life as normal, because it was normal—none of us make any outcry over mere health and peace and happy industry. And the abnormal, to which we are all so sadly well acclimated, she had never