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homes. Tlie tired hireling pony took us back to the 

 inn, along the level roads of East Anglia ; we paeked 

 our trunks, and wrote labels for Cork and for Galway. 

 It would have been as easy to foresee the motor, 

 that was to supersede the white pony, as to dream of 

 the gay and resolute procession of pilgrim women then 

 marching to London over those very roads, and over 

 many another road, not to ask for votes for others, 

 but to demand them for themselves as their birthright. 



Martin Ross. 



July 1913. 



