kissed her effusively.
She took the infection, was prostrated for some days, and made the return journey while still too weak to travel.
Florence, who was with her, protested in vain.
“I would go,” she said, “if the hearse was at the door I
” A serious illness followed on her return.
A month and more passed before she began to regain strength and spirits.1
. Had a happy lighting up when I lay down for afternoon rest.
Felt the immensity of God's goodness and took heart for the future.”
In April she records “a delightful visit from Robert Collyer
, accompanied by Annie Fields.
I asked him: ‘Robert, what is religion?’
He replied, ‘To love God with all one's heart, Christ
He began his prayer last Sunday thus: ‘Our Father who art in heaven, on earth, and in hell!’
On April 13, she was “out for the first time since February 14, when I returned sick from Baltimore
Another week and she was at her church, for the first time since January 18.
It had been a long and weary time, yet one remembers not so much the suffering and confinement as the gayety of it. There was a sigh for the Journal, but for the family, and the faithful nurse,--
Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
This nurse was known to others as Lucy Voshell
, but her patient promptly named her “Wollapuk.”
1 It may be noted that this epidemic of tonsillitis was actually fatal to Miss Susan B. Anthony
, who never recovered from the illness contracted in Baltimore