y too willing to do, you can easily put a stop to that by
a few caustic remarks that you don't want savages in your house; and a
pointed use of that delightful story in one of the White Cross
papers,[25] of the Zulu chief to whom the Government sent a propitiatory
present of wagons and wheelbarrows, thinking that it would be sure to
please him. But he gazed on them with fine scorn, exclaiming: "What's
the use of those things for carrying our burdens when we have plenty of
women!" Or you can use that equally good story, told by Sir John Lubbock
at a sectional meeting of the British Association for the Promotion of
Science, of a remote tribe of savages who had never seen a bullock, and
when the white man arrived with his bullock wagons, after much perplexed
discussion, they came to the conclusion that, as they were used for
heavy loads, they must be the white man's wives!

A little wholesome, if incisive, raillery on your part will quickly
extinguish any tendency to make willing slaves of his sisters. If,
however, you prefer to indulge your foolish fondness for him, that
subtle self-indulgence which makes it easier for you to sacrifice
yourself and his sisters to him rather than discipline him to work out
his true nature, remember you gratify yourself at his most cruel cost.
You produce the boy whose youth is marked by a tacit contempt for girls
and whose manhood will be disfigured by a light estimation of the beauty
and sanctity of womanhood.

I know well I shall be told that all this is quite out of date; that
modern girls are so independent that they stand in no need of brothers,
but like to place themselves on a level with them and share as good
comrades in all their rough-and-tumble games. Let us be of good cheer.
Sex is a very ancient institution, the slow evolution of hundreds of
centuries, and is in no danger of being obliterated by the fashion of a
day. Take the most advanced "new woman"; yes, concealed under that
virile shirt-front, unchoked by that manly necktie and turned-up collar,
lurking beneath that masculine billy-cock; nay, hidden somewhere deeper
down than the pockets of even those male knickerbockers, you will find
the involuntary pleasurable thrill at a strong man's chivalrous
attention, the delicious sense of a man's care and protection, which
centuries and centuries of physical weakness have woven into the very
tissues of her being, in however loud and strident a voice she may deny
it. Whatever cha