"Now then, we shan't be long. Which of these two addresses shall we
have?"
"How do you mean?"
"Why, they tell you to fill in the address in capital letters, and
then they give you two to pick from. One is 1000, Upper Grosvenor
Street, W. 1--"
"It is a longer street than I had supposed."
"And the other," she continued, "is 17, Church Lane, Middlewich,
Cheshire."
"Let it be Middlewich," I said. "Since boyhood's hour I have dreamt
of living in Middlewich. As for the other, I simply couldn't live in
a street of a thousand houses. Could you?"
"No," she said, "I couldn't. We'll be Middlewichians.... There, it's
done. Capital letters and all."
"Don't slack off," I said. "Fill it all up now that you've got
started."
"I suppose I'd better begin with myself."
"Yes," I said, "you may have that privilege. Put it down quick:
Carlyon, Francesca; age blank, because they don't want ages over
eighteen; F for female, and Married Woman for occupation. Then treat
me in the same way, putting M for F, and 2nd Lieutenant of Volunteers
instead of Married Woman."
"Why shouldn't I put Married Man as your occupation?"
"Simply because it isn't done. It's a splendid occupation, but it
isn't recognised as such in formal documents."
"Another injustice to women.
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