... above at a suffrage meeting somewhere in New England. As I emerged from the Pullman in the cold twilight of an early winter morning, carrying a heavy bag, and feeling friendless and forlorn, I met Mrs. Livermore , who had made the journey in another car. At sight of her I cried, Oh, you dear big Livermore! Moved by this appeal, she at once took me under her protection, ordered a hotel porter to relieve me o...