"When she could bear to put the question, Miss Harden asked: 'Am I to understand that you no longer read the Brownings?'
'We do not,' they cried. 'We stopped that foolishness long ago.'
'How could you when you are a Browning club?' persisted the bewildered little woman.
'But we're not,' the president said. 'We are now the Women's Civic League. We work for many movements in which I am sure you will be interested. There's the ten-hour law, the child labor bill, pure milk, swatting the fly, home gardens -- '
'Stop,' begged Miss Harden. 'Are you,' her voice trembled, 'are you suffragettes?'
'I am a woman suffragist,' said the president, with emphasis on the 'ist' that would have told one less distressed than Miss Harden that she had blundered. 'The club is divided on the subject, and we shall not give our support until three-fourths of the members vote for it.'
The afternoon was not a success. When the last group of members departed Miss Harden watched them from her window with half-sorrowful eyes until they reached the end of the lane; then, turning to her companion she said:
'Send my resignation to the Browning club, and I am never at home to a member of it again.'"