...ight be. Then to see her at her house—at her long table in the great dining-room, eighteen at table (and filled twice over, one day)—she at one end and her quiet, sensible, manly husband, James Mott , at the other; a perpetual Thanksgiving Day; her children and their partners beside her, and all looking up to her so admiringly. . . To his mother he wrote:— Lucy Stone of course ...