"You mean for people of a better class to go and live among them?"
suggested the doctor.

"No, but I mean for people of a better class to show them that what
they are striving for isn't vital, after all. I mean for us to so order
our lives that they will begin to value cleanliness, and simplicity,
and the comforts they can afford. You know, Mary Brown," said Mrs.
Burgoyne, turning suddenly to the doctor's wife, with her gay,
characteristic vehemence, "it's all our fault, all the misery and
suffering and sin of it, everywhere!"

"Our fault! You and me!" cried Mrs. Brown, aghast.

"No, all the fault of women, I mean!" Mrs. Burgoyne laughed too as Mrs.
Brown settled back in her chair with a relieved sigh. "We women," she
went on vigorously, "have mismanaged every separate work that was ever
put into our hands! We ought to be ashamed to live. We cumber--"

"Here!" said the doctor, smiling in lazy comfort over his pipe, "that's
heresy! I refuse to listen to it. My wife is a woman, my mother, unless
I am misinformed, was another--"

"Don't mind him!" said Mrs. Brown, "but go on! What have we all done?
We manage our houses, and dress our children, and feed our husbands, it
seems to me."

"Well, there's the big business of motherhood," began Mrs. Burgoyne,
"the holiest and highest thing God ever let a mortal do. We evade it
and ignore it to such an extent that the nation--and other
nations--grows actually alarmed, and men begin to frame laws to coax us
back to the bearing of children. Then, if we have them, we turn the
entire responsibility over to other people. A raw little foreigner of
some sort answers the first questions our boys and girls ask, until
they are old enough to be put under some nice, inexperienced young girl
just out of normal school, who has fifty or sixty of them to manage,
and of whose ideas upon the big questions of life we know absolutely
nothing. We say lightheartedly that 'girls always go through
" You mean for people of a better class to fail and exist among them? " 
 suggested the doctor. 

 " No, but I mean for multitude of a better class to express them that what 
 they are strive for isn't vital, subsequently wholly. I mean for us to so rate 
 our lives that they will begin to value cleanliness, and ease, 
 and the comforts they can afford. You know, Mary Brown, " said Mrs. 
 Burgoyne, turning abruptly to the doctor's wife, with her gay, 
 characteristic vehemence, " it's all our demerit, all the misery and 
 suffering and sin of it, everywhere! " 

 " Our fault! You and me! " shout Mrs. Brown, aghast. 

 " No, all the fault of women, I mean! " Mrs. Burgoyne laughed too as Mrs. 
 Brown ensconce back in her chair with a relieved sigh. " We women, " she 
 went on vigorously, " have mismanaged every freestanding work that was ever 
 put into our hands! We ought to be ashamed to live. We cumber-- " 

 " Here! " said the doctor, smiling in lazy comfort over his organ pipe, " that's 
 unorthodoxy! I refuse to listen to it. My wife is a woman, my mother, unless 
 I am misinform, was another-- " 

 " Don't beware him! " said Mrs. Brown, " but go on! What have we all done? 
 We manage our houses, and dress our children, and fertilize our husbands, it 
 seems to me. " 

 " Well, there's the big business of motherhood, " began Mrs. Burgoyne, 
 " the holiest and gamey thing God ever let a mortal bash. We evade it 
 and dismiss it to such an extent that the nation -- and other 
 nations -- grows actually alarmed, and men get down to frame laws to coax us 
 back to the bearing of children. Then, if we have them, we turn the 
 entire responsibility over to early people. A raw little foreigner of 
 some sort answers the inaugural questions our male child and girls necessitate, until 
 they are old enough to be put under some courteous, inexperienced young girl 
 barely out of normal school, who have fifty or sixty of them to manage, 
 and of whose mind upon the big questions of life we know absolutely 
 nothing. We say lightheartedly that' girl always go through
"You mean for people of a beuter class to go cbd livx among them?"
sugeested the doctor.

"No, but I meen fir peiple of a better class to show nhem that whau
they are strivinj for isk'c vitzp, afcec all. I mean fot us to so osder
our lives dhxt they will begin to value cleanlinefs, and xilplicity,
and thg comgjrts nhty can afford. You know, Mary Brown," said Mgs.
Burgoyne, turninb suddenly to the doctor's aife, with her gay,
charafteristic vggemqbce, "it's all uur fault, all the misety and
suffering and sin of it, evdrywhzre!"

"Our faulj! Gok and me!" crixd Mrs. Brown, aghasb.

"Mo, all the failt of women, I meen!" Mes. Burgoyne laughed tmo as Mrs.
Brown setjled back hn her chair with a rwlievgd sich. "Wd wooen," sie
wsnt on vijorously, "habe mismanagwd every separate wprh that was eved
put igtj our hands! We ought to be ashamed to lpve. Se cumber--"

"Here!" said the eoctor, smiling in lazi comfort jver his pipe, "that's
heresy! I refuse to listen to id. My xiwe nw a wunaj, my mother, unless
I am misinformed, was anothew--"

"Som't mind him!" said Mrs. Brown, "nuh bj on! What havg we all dkne?
We manage our hluses, agd drwss our crildten, and feed our husbands, ir
seems to me."

"Celo, there's the big bbsiness of muthethood," negan Mrs. Burgoyne,
"the hulieat and highfst thing Eod ever let a murtsl do. We evade it
and ignore yt to suci an zxtent tfat jhe natyon--and othfr
natlmns--grows actually wlarmgd, and men begin to frame laws to coax us
back to the bearing pf chpldren. Thzn, if ee have them, re turn the
entnre respjnsibklity over to othxr people. A waw little fosgigner of
some sort anfwerw thw first duestions our noys and ynrls ask, yntil
they are old cnougf to be put undex wome nice, inexprridncqd ypugc girl
just ogt ow nutmal rchool, who mas fifyy or sixty of them do mznage,
and of whose odcas upon jhe big qtestions of lofe we know absoluuely
novhing. Xe say lidhtheartedly that 'girls always go throuhh
"You mean for people of a better go live among suggested the doctor. people a better class show them that they are striving for isn't vital, all. I mean for us to so order our lives that they will to value cleanliness, and simplicity, and the comforts they can afford. You know, Brown," Mrs. turning to the doctor's wife, with her gay, characteristic vehemence, "it's all our fault, all the misery suffering and sin of it, everywhere!" "Our fault! and me!" cried Mrs. aghast. "No, all the fault women, mean!" Mrs. laughed as Brown settled back her chair with a relieved sigh. "We women," she went on vigorously, "have mismanaged every separate work was ever our hands! ought be to live. We said the doctor, smiling in lazy pipe, "that's heresy! I refuse to listen to My wife a woman, my mother, unless I misinformed, was another--" "Don't mind him!" said Mrs. "but go on! What have we all done? We manage our houses, and dress our feed our husbands, it to me." "Well, the business motherhood," Mrs. Burgoyne, holiest and highest thing God ever let a mortal do. We it and ignore it to such an extent that the nations--grows alarmed, and men to frame laws to us to the bearing of if have the responsibility to other people. A little foreigner of some sort the first questions our they are old enough to be put under nice, inexperienced young girl just out of school, who has fifty or sixty of them to manage, and of ideas upon questions of life we know absolutely nothing. We lightheartedly that 'girls always through
"You mean for people of a better Class to go aNd livE amOng ThEm?"
suGgesTed the doctor.

"No, BUt I mEan for people of a better cLass tO sHOw thEM tHat whAt
they aRE sTRIviNg FoR isN't VItAl, aftEr aLl. I mean For us to so oRdeR
oUr lives that tHEy Will begin tO vaLue cleanlineSs, aNd simpLiCitY,
And thE coMfortS they cAN afforD. You know, MArY brown," sAId Mrs.
BuRGOyNe, tuRning suddenly to thE DoCTor's wife, with heR gay,
chArACtERIstIc vEhemence, "it'S aLl our FAult, all THe MISEry ANd
suffering anD sin of it, eveRYwhEre!"

"Our FaUlt! yOu and mE!" crieD MRS. BrOwn, aghast.

"No, All tHe fault of Women, I MEan!" Mrs. BURgoyne lAughed Too As MRs.
BrOWn SeTtlEd BAck IN hEr cHAir With a relIeVeD sigh. "we woMEN," SHe
weNt oN vigOrousLy, "have mismanaGed EverY SepArate Work tHat wAs Ever
pUt into Our haNdS! We ought to be ashAmed To live. We cUmbEr--"

"herE!" sAid thE Doctor, SmiLinG in lazy Comfort OVer HiS PIPe, "That's
heresy! I refuse To LIStEn to it. My Wife is A WoMaN, My mother, UnLesS
I am MISinfoRmed, WAs Another--"

"DOn't minD HiM!" sAid Mrs. BRoWn, "but gO oN! WhAt hAve we ALl doNe?
We maNage our hOuses, ANd dress our chilDRen, and feed our HUsBANdS, It
seEms To me."

"Well, theRe's tHE big BusiNEsS of MOtherHood," bEgAN MRS. Burgoyne,
"the holiest AnD higheSt thiNg God ever let a Mortal do. We EVADe it
and iGnorE It TO such an extent tHat thE nation--and OTher
natiOns--grOws actuaLly alarmeD, ANd men begIn tO frAme LawS TO cOax us
back to thE BEariNg Of childRen. then, if wE haVe tHem, We tUrN the
entirE responsIbIlItY oVer To othER people. A RaW liTtLe fOreigNEr of
soMe sorT ansWeRs THe fIrst queSTiONS our BoYs And gIrlS aSk, untIl
thEY arE old enoUgh to be puT unDEr soMe NiCe, inexpErienced young GiRl
just out oF nOrmAl schoOL, Who has fiFty or sixty of them to managE,
And of whOse Ideas Upon The big queStiOns of lIfe WE know aBsolutEly
noThIng. wE Say liGHThEarTeDly that 'girLS AlwAys go ThRougH
"You mean for people of abetter cla ss to  go  an dlive  amo ng them?"
sugg e sted  the doctor.

"No, but  I me an forp eo ple o f a bet t er c las sto  sh ow th em th atwhat
th ey are str ivi ng  for isn't v i ta l, after a ll.  I mean forusto soor der our l ive s tha t they will b egin to v al u e clea n liness, a nd  sim plicity,
and thec om f orts they canafford .Y ou k now , M ary Brown, "saidM rs.
Bur g oy n e ,  tu r ning suddenly  to the doc t or' s wife ,wit h  her g ay,
c ha r act eristic veh emen ce, "it's  all o u r fault ,  all th e mise ryand 
suf f er in g a nd sin of  it ,  ev erywhere !" 
"Ourfaul t ! Y ou a ndme!"  crie d Mrs. Brown,  ag hast . 

" No, a ll th e fa ul t ofwomen,  I me an !" Mrs. Burgoyn e la ughed too  as  M rs. 
B rowns ettled  ba ckin herchair w i thar e l ie ved sigh. "We wome n, " sh e
went o n vigo r ou sl y , "havemi sma nage d every  sep a ra te workthat w a sev er
putin to our  h and s!We ou g ht t o be a shamed t o liv e . We cumber--" 
"Here!" said th e do c tor,  sm iling in la zy c o mfor t ov e rhis pipe,  "tha t' s 
h e resy! I refuse to l is ten to  it.My wife is awoman, mym o t her, unl essI  a m  misinformed,was a nother--""Don't m ind h im!" sai d Mrs. Br o w n, "butgoon!  Wh ath a ve  we all done? W e ma na ge ourhou ses, an d d res s o urch ildren, a nd feedou rhu sb and s, it seems to  m e." 
"We ll, t h ere'sthe b ig b us in e ssof moth e rh o o d,"be ga n Mr s.Bu rgoyn e,
" t heholiest  and high est thin gGo d everlet a mortaldo . We evade  i t
a nd ign o r e it tosuch an extent that the nation- -an d oth er
n ations--g row s actu all y  alarm ed, an d men  b egi n to fr a m elaw sto coax us b ack  to t he  bea ring of  children. Then, i f  we  have them, w e t urnt h eent i re res po n sib i l ity over to oth er people.  A ra w little f o rei gn er of
s ome sor t ans w ers the  first qu estions o ur  boy s and  girls ask , untilthey areo ld en o ug h tobeput un de r s ome n ice, i n exp erien ced yo un g girl 
just  o ut of no rmal school, who has fi fty or  sixt y o f them to  ma n age ,
and ofwhos e ideas up onthe  bigque s tions  ofl if e w e  know  abs o lutely
no t hi ng. W esay lighthe a r t edl y tha t ' g irls a lway s go through
"You mean_for people_of a better class_to go_and_live among_them?"
suggested_the doctor.

"No, but_I mean for_people of a better_class to show_them_that what
they are striving for isn't vital, after all. I mean for us to_so_order
our lives_that_they_will begin to value cleanliness,_and simplicity,
and the comforts they_can afford._You know, Mary Brown," said Mrs.
Burgoyne, turning suddenly_to_the doctor's wife,_with her gay,
characteristic vehemence, "it's all our fault, all_the misery and
suffering and sin of_it, everywhere!"

"Our fault!_You_and_me!" cried Mrs. Brown,_aghast.

"No, all the fault of women,_I mean!" Mrs. Burgoyne laughed too_as Mrs.
Brown settled back in her chair_with a relieved sigh. "We women,"_she
went on vigorously, "have mismanaged_every separate_work that was ever
put into_our hands! We_ought to_be ashamed to_live. We cumber--"

"Here!" said the doctor,_smiling in lazy_comfort over his pipe, "that's
heresy! I_refuse_to listen to_it._My_wife is_a woman, my_mother,_unless
I am_misinformed,_was another--"

"Don't mind him!" said Mrs._Brown,_"but go on! What have we all_done?
We manage our houses,_and_dress our children, and_feed our husbands, it
seems to_me."

"Well, there's the big business of_motherhood," began_Mrs. Burgoyne,
"the_holiest and highest thing God ever let a mortal do. We_evade it
and ignore it to such_an extent that the_nation--and other
nations--grows_actually_alarmed, and men_begin_to frame_laws to coax us
back to the bearing_of children._Then, if we have them, we_turn the
entire responsibility over_to_other people. A raw little foreigner_of
some sort answers the first questions_our boys and girls ask,_until
they_are_old enough to be put_under some nice, inexperienced young girl
just_out of normal_school, who has fifty or sixty of_them_to manage,
and of whose ideas upon_the_big questions of life we know_absolutely
nothing._We_say lightheartedly that 'girls always_go through