Her tastes were so contradictory that time never hung heavy with her; though she had as little practical talent as any person I ever knew, she was a help to both sick and well.

She remembered people's ill turns, and what was done for them; and for the well she remembered dates and suggested agreeable occupations--gave them happy ideas.

Besides being a calendar of domestic traditions, she was weather-wise, and prognosticated gales, meteors, high tides, and rains.
Home, father said, was her sphere.

All that she required, he thought he could do; but of me he was doubtful.

Where did I belong?
he asked.
I was still "possessed," Aunt Merce said, and mother called me "lawless." "What upon earth are you coming to ?" asked Temperance.