It is always so. In an attempt to benefit one class of
the people another class is injured."
"Now, never mind politics, sir!" cried his little wife. "We
poor, weak women aren't supposed to understand such things. Only
when Nan and I get the vote, and all the other millions of women
and girls, we will have no class legislation. 'The greatest good
for the greatest number' will be our motto."
Mr. Sherwood only smiled. He might have pointed out that in that
very statement was the root of all class legislation. He knew
his wife's particular ideas were good, however, her general
political panacea was rather doubtful. He listened thoughtfully
as she went on:
"Yes, we must fish for a new position for papa. We may have to
go away from here. Perhaps rent the house. You know, we have
had good offers for it."
"True," admitted Mr. Sherwood.
"Oh, dear!" sighed Nan, but below her breath so that Momsey and
Papa Sherwood did not hear the sigh.
"I am going to write to Cousin Adair MacKenzie, in Memphis. He
is quite prominent in business there," pursued Mrs. Sherwood.
"We might find a footing in Memphis."
Mr. Sherwood looked grave, but said nothing. He knew that the
enervating climate of the Southern river city would never do for
his wife.
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