Collaboratress

But does this entire movement only mean, as an evil tongue has already suggested, that the majority of the collaboratresses and lady readers of Woman are poor in attractions and rich in years—wretched old maids who have become parched and yellow over their embroidery during their long and bitter existence; unfortunate, disdained ones, whom love has ignored and who want love all the same, even if they have to take it by force?

Mrs. Cady Stanton, the editress, says she and her collaboratresses would have liked some scholarship, and they asked for it from “several distinguished women,” but these were afraid that “their high reputation and scholarly attainments might be compromised by taking part in an enterprise that for a time may prove very unpopular.”

But I am wondering if you might not discover in yourself a decided talent for it … whether you might consent to become my collaboratress?