Doctor says she is not to be bothered.

She was always to choose the game—to have the biggest apple.  There was much more of a similar nature.  It was all because he was a little man and she was a little woman.  At the end he looked up, puzzled:

“But don’t she do anything, ’cos she’s a little girl?”

It was explained to him that she didn’t.  By right of being born a little girl she was exempt from all duty.

Woman nowadays is not taking any duty.  She objects to housekeeping; she calls it domestic slavery, and feels she was intended for higher things.  What higher things she does not condescend to explain.  One or two wives of my acquaintance have persuaded their husbands that these higher things are all-important.  The home has been given up.  In company with other strivers after higher things, they live now in dismal barracks differing but little from a glorified Bloomsbury lodging-house.  But they call them “Mansions” or “Courts,” and seem proud of the address.  They are not bothered with servants—with housekeeping.  The idea of the modern woman is that she is not to be bothered with anything.  I remember the words with which one of these ladies announced her departure from her bothering home.

“Oh, well, I’m tired of trouble,” she confided to another lady, “so I’ve made up my mind not to have any more of it.”

Artemus Ward tells us of a man who had been in prison for twenty years.  Suddenly a bright idea occurred to him; he opened the window and got out.  Here have we poor, foolish mortals been imprisoned in this troublesome world for Lord knows how many millions of years.  We have got so used to trouble we thought there was no help for it.  We have told ourselves that “Man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upwards.”  We imagined the only thing to be done was to bear it philosophically.  Why did not this bright young creature come along before—show us the way out.  All we had to do was to give up the bothering home and the bothering servants, and go into a “Mansion” or a “Court.”

It seems that you leave trouble outside—in charge of the hall-porter, one supposes.  He ties it up for you as the Commissionaire of the Army and Navy Stores ties up your dog.  If you want it again, you ask for it as you come out.  Small wonder that the “Court” and “Mansion” are growing in popularity every day.