Backed up by barrels in which there is no flour, and by stoves in
which there is no fire, and by wardrobes in which there are no
clothes, a woman is irresistible; passing on her errand, God says to
her, "You go into that bank, or store, or shop, and get the money."
She goes in and gets it. The man is hard-fisted, but she gets it. She
could not help but get it. It is decreed from eternity she should get
it. No need of your turning your back and pretending you don't hear;
you do hear. There is no need of your saying you are begged to death.
There is no need of your wasting your time, and you might as well
submit first as last. You had better right away take down your
cheque-book, mark the number of the cheque, fill up the blank, sign
your name, and hand it to her.
There is no need of wasting time. Those poor children on the back
street have been hungry long enough. That sick man must have some
farina. That consumptive must have something to ease his cough. I meet
this delegate of a relief society coming out of the store of such a
hard-fisted man, and I say, "Did you get the money?" "Of course," she
says, "I got the money; that's what I went for. The Lord told me to go
in and get it, and He never sends me on a fool's errand."