“And what are Beatrice and Carola going to be when they grow up?” “I hope they’ll be good girls, madam, and good wives and mothers—that’s what I’ll bring them up to be.” “I want to ride a motor-cycle when I’m bigger,” said Beatrice, shaking her curls assertively. “Oh, no, darling. What things they say, don’t they, madam?” “Yes, I do,” said Beatrice. “I’m going to have a motor-cycle and keep a garage.” “Nonsense,” said her mother, a little sharply. “You mustn’t talk so. That’s a boy’s job.” “But lots of girls do boys’ jobs nowadays,” said Harriet. “But they ought not, madam. It isn’t fair. The
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