don't know how much, but at least you know you
want it. Nobody's confused about that. Do you know how you're going to
get it? Tell me that."

Lest they should spoil it all by telling her Miss Blackadder increased
her vehement pace. "You don't because you can't and _I_ will tell you.
You won't get it by talking about it or by writing about it, or by
sitting down and thinking about it, you'll get it by coming in with me,
coming in with the Women's Franchise Union, and fighting for it.
Fighting women, not talkers--not writers--not thinkers are what we
want!" She sat down, heaving a little with the ground-swell of her
storm, amid applause in which only Miss Burstall and Miss Farmer did not
join. She was now looking extraordinarily handsome.

Rosalind bent over and whispered something in her ear. She rose to her
feet again, flushed, smiling at them, triumphant.

"Our Chairwoman has reminded me that I came here to tell you what the
program of our Union is. And I can tell you in six words. It's
Hell-for-leather, and it's Neck-or-nothing!"

"Now," said Rosalind sweetly, bowing towards Miss Burstall, "it's your
turn. We should like to know what you have to say."

Miss Burstall did not rise and in the end Dorothea spoke.

"My friend, Miss Rosalind Jervis, assumed that we were all agreed, not
only as to our aims, but as to our policy. She has not yet discriminated
between constitutional and unconstitutional means. When we protested,
she quashed our protest. We took exception to the phrase 'every means in
our power,' because that would commit us to all sorts of
unconstitutional things. It is in my power to squirt water into the back
of the Prime Minister's neck, or to land a bomb in the small of his
back, or in the centre of the platform at his next public meeting. We
were left to conclude that the only differences between us would concern
our choice of the squirt or the bomb. As some of us here might equally
object to using the bomb or the squirt, I submit that either our protest
should have been allowed or our agreement should not have been taken for
granted at the start.

"Again, Miss Maud Blackadder, in her sporting speech, her heroic speech,
has not cleared the question. She has appealed to us to come in, without
counting the cost; but she has said nothing to convince us that when our
account at our bank is overdrawn, and we have declared war on all our
male friends and relations, and have left our comfortable homes, an