"What shall I do to open those doors?" said she.
"If I happened to be you," I replied, "I would cut off my hair, I'd buy
a man's clothes and wear them always, I'd call myself Harry or Tom; and
then I'd go wherever I pleased, and meet whoever I wanted to meet?"
She stared fixedly at herself in these garments, and under these
denominations--
"They would know I was not a man," said she gravely.