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John thought again, but could only shake his head.
"All women can do," he said, "is wash up, and cook dinners, and mend clothes!"
Betty's lips quivered.
"T won't be a woman," she said, "T won't!"
John owned to sharing her craving to be rich, but he wanted to make his wealth himself--which set Betty's
imagination galloping down a new road. She had only thought hitherto of her grandfather's riches, which had
seemed to her and Cyril to be all the money there was in the world.
But now John had slid back a door and let her peep into all the glories of a new world, and she had seen there
wealth and fame to be had for the earning--by men and boys!
"Try and find out about self-made women," she said, when he left her at the turn through the bush. "See if
there were any women artists, or women inventors, or women pirates, or anything. Good-bye."
