“I know what you're going to say,” she said,
And she stood up, causing him some alarm;
“You're going to tell me I'll lose my charm,
And what is a woman when charm has fled?
And you're going to say that you greatly fear
I do n't understand a woman's sphere;
Now are n't you honestly?” “Yes,” he said.
“I know what you're going to say,” she said,
“You're going to ask what I hope to gain
By stepping down to the dusty plain,
By seeking a stone when I might have bread;
You're going to say:‘ Can a vote replace
The tender force of a woman's grace?’
Now, are n't you honestly?” “Yes,” he said.
“I know what you're going to do,” he said,
“You're going to talk to me all day long
Trying to make me see I'm wrong;
And other men who are less misled
Will pale with jealousy when they see
The time you give to converting me;
Now, are n't you honestly?” “Ye-es,” she said.