She held her glass dretful high.  Mebby she laid out that Uncle Sam should see his old features in it, and mebby she wuz a-remindin’ him that he ortn’t to carve woman as a statute of Truth, and then not be willin’ to hear her complaints when she tries to tell him about ’em, in his own place, where he makes his laws, year in and year out.

If he believes she is truthful—­and he must, or he wouldn’t name her Truth and set her up so high for the nations to look at—­what makes him, year after year, act towards wimmen as if he believed she wuz a-lyin’?  It is onreasonable in him.

And then there wuz Abundance, a woman and a man.  I guess they had an abundance of everything for their comfort, and it looked real good to see they wuz both a-sharin’ it.

She wuz a-settin’ in a chair, and he wuz on the floor.  That might do for a Monument, or Statute, but I don’t believe they would foller it up so for day after day in real life, and they hadn’t ort to.  Men and wimmen ort to have the same settin’ accommodations, and standin’ too, and ort to be treated one of ’em jest as well as the other.  They are both likely creeters, a good deal of the time.

Then there wuz Tradition.  Them wuz two old men, as wuz nateral—­wimmen wuzn’t in that—­woman is in the future and the present.  Them two men, a-lookin’ considerable war-like, wuz a-talkin’ over the past—­the deeds of Might.

They didn’t need wimmen so much there, and I didn’t feel as if I cared a cent to have her there.

When they git to talkin’ over the deeds of Right, I’d want wimmen to be present. And she will be there.

And then there wuz Liberty, agin a woman, beautiful and serene, a-depicterin’ Liberty, and agin a-holdin’ her arms round a young male child, and a-teachin’ him.

That, too, filled me with high hope, that Uncle Sam had at last discovered the mean actions that wuz a-goin’ on about wimmen; that he had seen the chains that wuz a-bindin’ her, and a-gaulin’ her.

He wouldn’t be likely to depicter her as Liberty, and set her up so high in the gate-way to the World’s Fair, if he calculated to keep her on in the slavery she is now, a-bindin’ her with her own heart-strings—­takin’ away her power to help her own heart’s dearest, in their fights aginst the evils and temptations of the World.

No, I believe Uncle Sam is a-goin’ to turn over a new leaf—­anyway, Liberty sot up there, a-lookin’ off with a calm mean, and there wuz a smile on her face, as if she see a light in the future that begened to her.

And then, there wuz Charity; of course she wuz a woman—­she always is.

She had two little boys by her; one had his hand on her heart, and that faithful heart wuz filled with love and pity for him, jest as it always has been, and always will be.  Another wuz a-kneelin’ at her feet, with her fosterin’ hand on his head.  A good-lookin’ creeter Charity wuz, and well behaved.