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the wall and leaned beside her。



〃I like these birds;〃 she said; 〃they share each other's work; and are

companions。  Do you take an interest in the position of women; Waldo?〃



〃No。〃



〃I thought not。  No one does; unless they are in need of a subject upon

which to show their wit。  And as for you; from of old you can see nothing

that is not separated from you by a few millions of miles; and strewed over

with mystery。  If women were the inhabitants of Jupiter; of whom you had

happened to hear something; you would pore over us and our condition night

and day; but because we are before your eyes you never look at us。  You

care nothing that this is ragged and ugly;〃 she said; putting her little

finger on his sleeve; 〃but you strive mightily to make an imaginary leaf on

an old stick beautiful。  I'm sorry you don't care for the position of

women; I should have liked us to be friends; and it is the only thing about

which I think much or feel muchif; indeed; I have any feeling about

anything;〃 she added; flippantly; readjusting her dainty little arms。 

〃When I was a baby; I fancy my parents left me out in the frost one night;

and I got nipped internallyit feels so!〃



〃I have only a few old thoughts;〃 he said; 〃and I think them over and over

again; always beginning where I left off。  I never get any further。  I am

weary of them。〃



〃Like an old hen that sits on its eggs month after month and they never

come out?〃 she said quickly。  〃I am so pressed in upon by new things that;

lest they should trip one another up; I have to keep forcing them back。  My

head swings sometimes。  But this one thought stands; never goesif I might

but be one of these born in the future; then; perhaps; to be born a woman

will not be to be born branded。〃



Waldo looked at her。  It was hard to say whether she were in earnest or

mocking。



〃I know it is foolish。  Wisdom never kicks at the iron walls it can't bring

down;〃 she said。  〃But we are cursed。  Waldo; born cursed from the time our

mothers bring us into the world till the shrouds are put on us。  Do not

look at me as though I were talking nonsense。  Everything has two sides

the outside that is ridiculous; and the inside that is solemn。〃



〃I am not laughing;〃 said the boy; sedately enough; 〃but what curses you?〃



He thought she would not reply to him; she waited so long。



〃It is not what is done to us; but what is made of us;〃 she said at last;

〃that wrongs us。  No man can be really injured but by what modifies

himself。  We all enter the world little plastic beings; with so much

natural force; perhaps; but for the restblank; and the world tells us

what we are to be; and shapes us by the ends it sets before us。  To you it

says〃Work;〃 and to us it says〃Seem!〃  To you it saysAs you

approximate to man's highest ideal of God; as your arm is strong and your

knowledge great; and the power to labour is with you; so you shall gain all

that human heart desires。  To us it saysStrength shall not help you; nor

knowledge; nor labour。  You shall gain what men gain; but by other means。 

And so the world makes men and women。



〃Look at this little chin of mine; Waldo; with the dimple in it。  It is but

a small part of my person; but though I had a knowledge of all things under

the sun; and the wisdom to use it; and the deep loving heart of an angel;

it would not stead me through life like this little chin。  I can win money

with it; I can win love; I can win power with it; I can win fame。  What

would knowledge help me?  The less a woman has in her head the lighter she

is for climbing。  I once heard an old man say; that he never saw intellect

help a woman so much as a pretty ankle; and it was the truth。  They begin

to shape us to our cursed end;〃 she said; with her lips drawn in to look as

though they smiled; 〃when we are tiny things in shoes and socks。  We sit

with our little feet drawn up under us in the window; and look out at the

boys in their happy play。  We want to go。  Then a loving hand is laid on

us:  'Little one; you cannot go;' they say; 'your little face will burn;

and your nice white dress be spoiled。'  We feel it must be for our good; it

is so lovingly said:  but we cannot understand; and we kneel still with one

little cheek wistfully pressed against the pane。  Afterwards we go and

thread blue beads; and make a string for our neck; and we go and stand

before the glass。  We see the complexion we were not to spoil; and the

white frock; and we look into our own great eyes。  Then the curse begins to

act on us。  It finishes its work when we are grown women; who no more look

out wistfully at a more healthy life; we are contented。  We fit our sphere

as a Chinese woman's foot fits her shoe; exactly; as though God had made

bothand yet he knows nothing of either。  In some of us the shaping of our

end has been quite completed。  The parts we are not to use have been quite

atrophied; and have even dropped off; but in others; and we are not less to

be pitied; they have been weakened and left。  We wear the bandages; but our

limbs have not grown to them; we know that we are compressed; and chafe

against them。



〃But what does it help?  A little bitterness; a little longing when we are

young; a little futile searching for work; a little passionate striving for

room for the exercise of our powers;and then we go with the drove。  A

woman must march with her regiment。  In the end she must be trodden down or

go with it; and if she is wise she goes。



〃I see in your great eyes what you are thinking;〃 she said; glancing at

him; 〃I always know what the person I am talking to is thinking of。  How is

this woman who makes such a fuss worse off than I?  I will show you by a

very little example。  We stand here at this gate this morning; both poor;

both young; both friendless; there is not much to choose between us。  Let

us turn away just as we are; to make our way in life。  This evening you

will come to a farmer's house。  The farmer; albeit you come alone on foot;

will give you a pipe of tobacco and a cup of coffee and a bed。  If he has

no dam to build and no child to teach; tomorrow you can go on your way;

with a friendly greeting of the hand。  I; if I come to the same place

tonight; will have strange questions asked me; strange glances cast on me。 

The Boer…wife will shake her head and give me food to eat with the Kaffers;

and a right to sleep with the dogs。  That would be the first step in our

progressa very little one; but every step to the end would repeat it。  We

were equals once when we lay new…born babes on our nurses' knees。  We will

be equals again when they tie up our jaws for the last sleep!〃



Waldo looked in wonder at the little quivering face; it was a glimpse into

a world of passion and feeling wholly new to him。



〃Mark you;〃 she said; 〃we have always this advantage over youwe can at

any time step into ease and competence; where you must labour patiently for

it。  A little weeping; a little wheedling; a little self…degradation; a

little careful use of our advantages; and then some man will say:  〃Come;

be my wife!〃  With good looks and youth marriage is easy to attain。  There

are men enough; but a woman who has sold herself; even for a ring and a new

name; need hold her skirt aside for no creature in the street。  They both

earn their bread in one way。  Marriage for love is the beautifulest

external symbol of the union of souls; marriage without it is the

uncleanliest traffic that defiles the world。〃  She ran her little finger

savagely along the topmost bar; shaking off the dozen little dewdrops that

still hung there。  〃And they tell us we have men's chivalrous attention!〃

she cried。  〃When we ask to be doctors; lawyers; law…makers; anything but

ill…paid drudges; they sayNo; but you have men's chivalrous attention;

now think of that and be satisfied!  What would you do without it?〃



The bitter little silvery laugh; so seldom heard; rang out across the

bushes。  Sh

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