g ahead very fast, it seems to me. Why not elect the officers right away?"
Once again, the entire company became agog with interest over the project of securing duly authorized officials. There were murmured conversations, confidential whisperings. As Ruth Howard earnestly declared, it was so exciting--a real election. A stealthy canvas of candidates was in full swing. The names of Mrs. Flynn and of Mrs. Carrington were heard oftenest. Incidentally, certain sentences threw light on individual methods of determining executive merit. A prim spinster shook her head violently over some suggestion from the woman beside her. "No, my dear," she replied aggressively, "I certainly shall not vote for her--vote for a woman who wears a transformation? No, indeed!"... Cicily improved the interval of general bustle to inquire secretly of her aunt as to the possible shininess of her nose. "It always gets shiny when I get excited," she explained, ruefully. As a matter of fact, there was nothing whatever the matter wit
"Once women begin to believe that they have intelligence, anarchy will be the natural, the inevitable result. God never made them to think."
While the men's position about women in this novel seems outrageously sexist, it becomes understandable given the females with whom they associate -- all portrayed as silly, illogical and emotional, even the heroine.
Earnest, lovely and tiresome, young Cicily begins by starting a club to emancipate women, but it all disintegrates into cat fights. Then, she tries to get her unwilling husband to make her a partner in his box factory, but he fobs her off into do-gooding, and ultimately the firm is faced with ruin.
All comes to a happy ending, though, when Cicily proves that her women's intuition and slyness are more than a match for hubby's business training and logic. Bah.