She desired above all things to walk among her friends, and introduce her granddaughter, Elizabeth Bailey, and inadvertently remark: "You must have seen me granddaughter's name in the paper often, Mrs.Babcock.She was giving a party in Rittenhouse Square the other day." Elizabeth would likely be married soon, and perhaps go off somewhere away from Philadelphia--New York or Europe, there was no telling what great fortune might come to her.

Now the time was ripe for triumph if ever, and when things are ripe they must be picked.

Mrs.Brady proceeded to pick.
She gathered together at great pains pen, paper, and ink.

A pencil would be inadequate when the note was going to Rittenhouse Square.

She sat down when Nan and Lizzie had left for their day's work, and constructed her sentences with great care.
"_Dear Bessie_--" Elizabeth had never asked her not to call her that, although she fairly detested the name.