No brilliant sallies of wit spoken by her on any occasion have come down to us, but we know that at Valley Forge she worked day and night knitting socks, patching garments and making shirts for the loyal band of winter patriots who stood by their leader and their cause in the darkest hour of the Revolution.
A Norristown lady who paid her a call in the little stone house that still stands beside the Schuylkill relates that "as she was said to be so grand a lady, we thought we must put on our best bibs and bands.

So we dressed ourselves in our most elegant ruffles and silks, and were introduced to her ladyship.

And don't you think we found her _knitting with a specked apron on!_ She received us very graciously, and easily, but after the compliments were over, she resumed her knitting." But the marriage was a failure in that there were no children.

No doubt both wanted them, for Washington was fond of young people and many anecdotes are handed down of his interest in little tots.

Some one has remarked that he was deprived of offspring in order that he might become the Father of His Country.
Toward those near and dear to her Martha Washington was almost foolishly affectionate.