"You said that before," said the treasurer.
"----control," Pearl went on, for people in her frame of mind cannot be stopped. "Why shouldn't he go? But no, you have to be protected from a girl like a herd of sheep from a wolf--a girl who hasn't even looked at you, at that. If I had ever spoken to the man----"
"Leave the room instantly, Miss Leavitt," said the president, and this time he spoke as if he meant it, for he was afraid the identity of the third vice president might be revealed. Little it mattered to Pearl what the old man meant.
"I wouldn't mind so much," she went on, "if you did not all pretend to be so brave and strong--to protect women. You protect each other--that's who you protect."
"Come, come," said a member of the board. "This isn't the way to keep a job, you know."
"I don't want to keep this job. I want you for once to hear what a woman thinks of the men she works for--a lot of poor sports--and not industrious--none of you work the way girls work for you. Slack, that's what I call you, and lacking in self-control."
And she went out as suddenly as she had come in, and slammed the door so hard behind that those members of the board, sitting near it ducked their heads into their collars in fear of falling glass.
To be continued...
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