and an excellent housekeeper.
She had a moderate education, but was not cultured except by contrast with those around her. One of her strong points was her womanly skill.
She was dexterous in the use of the needle — an accomplishment of far more value in that day than all the acquirements of art in china painting and hammered brass are in this — and her needle-work was the wonder of the day. At every “quilting” Anne was a necessary adjunct, and her nimble fingers drove the needle more swiftly than anyone's else.
used to escort her to and from these quilting-bees, and on one occasion even went into the housewhere men were considered out of place — and sat by her side as she worked on the quilt.
He whispered into her ear the old, old story.
Her heart throbbed and her soul was thrilled with a joy as old as the world itself.
Her fingers momentarily lost their skill.
In her ecstasy she made such irregular and uneven stitches that the older and more sedate women noted it, and the owner of the quilt, until a few years ago still retaining it as a precious souvenir, pointed out the memorable stitches to such persons as visited her.
L. M. Greene
, who remembered Anne well, says, “She was amiable and of exquisite beauty, and her intellect was quick, deep, and philosophic as well as brilliant.
She had a heart as gentle and kind as an angel, and full of love and sympathy.
Her sweet and angelic nature was noted by every one who met her. She was a woman worthy of Lincoln
This is a little overstated as to beauty — Greene