She had a reputation for cleverness and originality . She never talked much . So far today she had not said a word . She was sitting on the sill of the window across from Lucy Knox . She swung her hat on her knee , and loose , moist rings of dark hair curled around her dark , alert face . There was a sparkle in her grey eyes that boded ill to the men who were peaceably pursuing their avocations , rashly indifferent to what the women might be saying in the maple-shaded classroom . `` Have you any suggestion to make , Miss Wilson ? '' said Mrs. Robbins , with a return to her official voice and manner . Myra put her long , slender index finger to her chin . `` I think , '' she said decidedly , `` that we must strike . '' * * * * * When Elder Knox went in to tea that evening he glanced somewhat apprehensively at his wife . They had had an altercation before she went to the meeting , and he supposed she had talked herself into another rage while there . But Mrs. Knox was placid and smiling . She had made his favourite soda biscuits for him and inquired amiably after his progress in hoeing turnips in the southeast meadow . She made , however , no reference to the Auxiliary meeting , and when the biscuits and the maple syrup and two cups of matchless tea had nerved the elder up , his curiosity got the better of his prudence -- for even elders are human and curiosity knows no gender -- and he asked what they had done at the meeting . `` We poor men have been shaking in our shoes , '' he said facetiously . `` Were you ? '' Mrs. Knox 's voice was calm and faintly amused . `` Well , you did n't need to . We talked the matter over very quietly and came to the conclusion that the session knew best and that women had n't any right to interfere in church business at all . ''
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