"Mary, what did Gertie do before she married - here, after breakfast?"
"She cleaned out the canaries' cage until Mamma stopped it and said it would spoil her hands."
"She used to paint flower-pieces, and net purses and wrote out menu cards."
A full programme that Gertie would contrive to corner. When the drawing room filled up with adults the jobs had to be shared out; by that time Gertie was gone. She was probably brainy, Queenie thought, forlornly...
The fear of tomorrow and all the tomorrows filled her. The time there was! Yet men filled it, to the brim, in work which brought them in money or fame and in social engagements which never failed, or there was the club; even little Charlie was having a future built for him already that would put him beyond the reach of ennui. Whereas a woman's life was one of eternal waiting, to be taken out, called on, danced with or proposed to. How had it originated, this division of opportunity?