Margarita Spalding Gerry,
The Assistant Secretary
(1916)
“ Perhaps my desperation put something authoritative into my voice when I said, "Wait a minute, Mrs. Harris." She halted. "Won't you sit down?" But that apparently was presuming too much. "No, I'll not sit down," she rapped out, as if I had suggested the final indignantly. "I'll not sit." Then, absurdly enough, I fired, too. All at once a wave of red rage came over me. How dared she, just because I was a clerk in her husband's office, earning my living unprotected—just because I was in a position where a thing like that could occur—insult me! ”
