Closer to the door, Miss Anthony had cornered Johnny and was positively beaming. “You see, good can come out of Washington. The national capital shall yet be the glory of her s*x and the rest of man and womankind.”
Out in the hall, I was scarcely able to take a breath before Mrs. Stanton embraced me. “You made us so proud.” She beamed.
“Indeed,” Miss Anthony agreed. “You must read your memorial at our suffrage convention. Our delegates would be most interested to hear your argument.”
By the time the convention was over three days later, I was not only initiated into the fold, I was welcomed into its upper echelons. I spent most of the time listening to the movement’s greatest thinkers and strongest advocates call for equality in justice, as well as having those same women, especially Mi
