Vote on it!
What a travesty! And no one had the nerve to stand up and say a
word for that poor little woman. Oh, you've got them well-tamed,
Mr. Percival."
By this time the two nurses had appeared in the doorway, and several
other women at work down the line, scenting the fray, were approaching.
"I guess you'd better call off the vote, Mr. Percival," said one
of the nurses, eyeing him unflinchingly.
"I can't call it off. The men adopted the name unanimously. I have
no right to set aside their decision, no matter how hastily it was
made," said he, beginning to bridle now that he tasted concerted
opposition.
"I warn you that I intend to call the women,--and what few men
there are with minds of their own,--together this evening to see
that Betty Cruise gets fair play," said Ruth. "When she hears that
we are behind her, she'll have the backbone to tell you men to mind
your own business and--"
"Have I a mind of my own or not, Miss Clinton?" he interrupted.
"You certainly have," she declared with conviction.
"Then you may expect me to be one of the men to attend your meeting.
Good morning." He lifted his hat, smiled and walked briskly away.
"He'll crab the whole thing," observed one of the women, and despite
her vocal rancour there was an admiring expression in her eyes as
they followed him down the road.
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