“Now, pardon me for interrupting, but from what I understand, you Friends think a woman’s equal to a man, is that right?” “It is,” Rachel and Dottie said firmly together, and everyone laughed. Mrs. Figg flushed like a ripe black plum, but kept her composure. “Well, then,” she said. “If these ladies want to marry with you gentlemen, why do you think you got any business trying to talk them out of it? Have you maybe got your own reservations about the matter?”
