“I am Joan,” said the child, “and I am dog no more. You are people now, people, and if you die with me, you will die men. Isn’t that better than it has ever been before? And you, Ruthie,” said she to the woman at her feet, “stand up and stop crying. Be glad. These are the days that I shall be with you. I know your children were all taken away and killed, Ruthie, and I am sorry. I cannot bring them back. But I give you womanhood. I have even made a person out of Elaine.”
