Well children where there is so much racket must be something out of kilter. I think that ‘twixt the Negroes South and women at North all talking about rights white men will in a fix pretty soon. But what’s this here about? That man over says need to helped into carriages lifted ditches have best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me or mud-puddles gives any place! And ain’t woman? Look me! my arm! ploughed planted gathered barns no could head work as eat – when get it bear lash well! borne thirteen seen most sold off slavery cried with mother’s grief none but Jesus heard Then they talk thing head call it? member audience whispers “intellect” That’s it honey. What’s got do women’s rights Negroes’ rights? If cup won’t hold pint yours holds quart wouldn’t you mean not let little half measure full?