Madge would reply: "Oh, I have just had such a Turn! I was out watering
the Nasturtiums, when a Man in a Crash Suit came along the Street and
looked right at me. The Gate was open, and there was nothing to prevent
him from coming right in and Getting me."
The Appalled Visitor would want to know what became of him, and Madge
would explain that he turned at the Next Corner, and she had been as
Weak as a Cat ever since.
On her Shopping Expeditions she noticed Dozens of Men, apparently
Trailing right along after her, and she knew that her only Salvation was
to look straight ahead and indicate by her Bearing that she was no
Flirt. By so doing she eluded many a one who wanted to Catch Step with
her and begin a Conversation.
The Collected Stories of her Successful but Hair-Breadth Escapes from
Men of the World, who seemed to Forget that all Women were not Alike,
would have filled a Volume bigger than the Family Medicine Book.
Happily, no one ever went Quite So Far. She invariably Escaped.