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in Palestine to secure a better position for women. Her reply was significant. 'I think so, but the changes come very slowly. In my mother's day, it would have been thought a shame for a woman to mention any subject to her husband which was apart from her household duties, and no man would have thought of talking with his wife of other things. Now, my husband brings the newspapers home and reads them to the family, explaining what is difficult to understand, and all the children ask questions and discuss political questions freely. My mother could not read, but it did not matter. I also cannot read or write, but my whole life has been made wretched by the fact and many an hour have I shed tears over it. My daughter, sixteen years old, has always been in school and reads and speaks fluently Arabic, Turkish, French, English, and Italian.' She brought us a family photograph presenting the father and the children, but it was a motherless group since a Moslem woman does not show her face. Conspicous in the group was the daughter, a beautiful, bright, intelligent girl. She was then nine years...