One lady told me that after hearing her she felt she could go out and
be a praying band all by herself. Indeed she was
A noble woman, true and pure,
Who in the little while she stayed,
Wrought works that shall endure.
She was asked who she would prefer to write a sketch of her and her
work and she honoured me by giving me that great pleasure. The book
appeared in 1883, entitled _Our Famous Women_.
Once when Miss Willard was in Boston with Lady Henry Somerset and Anna
Gordon, I was delighted by a letter from Frances saying that Lady
Henry wanted to know me and could I lunch with them soon at the
Abbottsford. I accepted joyously, but next morning's mail brought this
depressing decision: "Dear Kate, we have decided that there will be
more meat in going to you. When can we come?" I was hardly settled in
my house of the Abandoned Farm. There was no furnace in the house,
only two servants with me. And it would be impossible to entertain
those friends properly in the dead of the winter, and I nearly ready
to leave for a milder clime. So I told them the stern facts and lost a
rare treat.
This is the end of Miss Willard's good-bye letter to me when returning
to England with Lady Henry:
Hoping to see you on my return, and hereby soliciting an
exchange of photographs between you and Lady Henry and me,
I am ever and as ever
Yours,
FRANCES WILLARD.
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