To reply to them politely, at all times, required a divine patience.

On one occasion, after addressing the legislature, some of the ladies, in congratulating me, inquired, in a deprecating tone, "What do you do with your children ?" "Ladies," I said, "it takes me no longer to speak, than you to listen; what have you done with your children the two hours you have been sitting here?
But, to answer your question, I never leave my children to go to Saratoga, Washington, Newport, or Europe, or even to come here.

They are, at this moment, with a faithful nurse at the Delevan House, and, having accomplished my mission, we shall all return home together." When my children reached the magic number of seven, my good angel, Susan B.Anthony, would sometimes take one or two of them to her own quiet home, just out of Rochester, where, on a well-cultivated little farm, one could enjoy uninterrupted rest and the choicest fruits of the season.

That was always a safe harbor for my friend, as her family sympathized fully in the reforms to which she gave her life.

I have many pleasant memories of my own flying visits to that hospitable Quaker home and the broad catholic spirit of Daniel and Lucy Anthony.