to　his　shipyard；　where　my　hatchet　and　saw　had　vio…
  lent　exercise　as　I　imitated　the　workers　around　me。
  Discovering　that　my　tiny　petticoats　were　in　my　way；
  my　new　friend　had　a　little　boy's　suit　made　for　me；
  and　thus　emancipated；　at　this　tender　age；　I　worked
  unwearyingly　at　his　side　all　day　long　and　day　after
  day。　　No　doubt　it　was　due　to　him　that　I　did　not
  casually　saw　off　a　few　of　my　toes　and　fingers。　　Cer…
  tainly　I　smashed　them　often　enough　with　blows　of
  my　dull　but　active　hatchet。　　I　was　very；　very　busy；
  and　I　have　always　maintained　that　I　began　to　earn
  my　share　of　the　family's　living　at　the　age　of　five
  for　in　return　for　the　delights　of　my　society；　which
  seemed　never　to　pall　upon　him；　my　new　friend　al…
  lowed　my　brothers　to　carry　home　from　the　ship…
  yard　all　the　wood　my　mother　could　use。
  We　remained　in　New　Bedford　less　than　a　year；
  for　in　the　spring　of　1852　my　father　made　another
  change；　taking　his　family　to　Lawrence；　Massa…
  chusetts；　where　we　lived　until　1859。　　The　years　in
  Lawrence　were　interesting　and　formative　ones。　　At
  the　tender　age　of　nine　and　ten　I　became　interested
  in　the　Abolition　movement。　　We　were　Unitarians；
  and　General　Oliver　and　many　of　the　prominent　citi…
  zens　of　Lawrence　belonged　to　the　Unitarian　Church。
  We　knew　Robert　Shaw；　who　led　the　first　negro　regi…
  ment；　and　Judge　Storrow；　one　of　the　leading　New
  England　judges　of　his　time；　as　well　as　the　Cabots
  and　George　A。　Walton；　who　was　the　author　of
  Walton's　Arithmetic　and　head　of　the　Lawrence
  schools。　　Outbursts　of　war　talk　thrilled　me；　and
  occasionally　I　had　a　little　adventure　of　my　own；　as
  when　one　day；　in　visiting　our　cellar；　I　heard　a　noise
  in　the　coal…bin。　　I　investigated　and　discovered　a
  negro　woman　concealed　there。　　I　had　been　reading
  Uncle　Tom's　Cabin；　as　well　as　listening　to　the
  conversation　of　my　elders；　so　I　was　vastly　stirred
  over　the　negro　question。　　I　raced　up…stairs　in　a
  condition　of　awe…struck　and　quivering　excitement；
  which　my　mother　promptly　suppressed　by　sending
  me　to　bed。　　No　doubt　she　questioned　my　youthful
  discretion；　for　she　almost　convinced　me　that　I　had
  seen　nothing　at　allalmost；　but　not　quite；　and　she
  wisely　kept　me　close　to　her　for　several　days；　until
  the　escaped　slave　my　father　was　hiding　was　safely
  out　of　the　house　and　away。　　Discovery　of　this　seri…
  ous　offense　might　have　borne　grave　results　for　him。
  It　was　in　Lawrence；　too；　that　I　received　and　spent
  my　first　twenty…five　cents。　　I　used　an　entire　day　in
  doing　this；　and　the　occasion　was　one　of　the　most
  delightful　and　memorable　of　my　life。　　It　was　the
  Fourth　of　July；　and　I　was　dressed　in　white　and　rode
  in　a　procession。　　My　sister　Mary；　who　also　graced
  the　procession；　had　also　been　given　twenty…five
  cents；　and　during　the　parade；　when；　for　obvious
  reasons；　we　were　unable　to　break　ranks　and　spend
  our　wealth；　the　consciousness　of　it　lay　heavily　upon
  us。　　When　we　finally　began　our　shopping　the　first
  place　we　visited　was　a　candy　store；　and　I　recall　dis…
  tinctly　that　we　forced　the　weary　proprietor　to　take
  down　and　show　us　every　jar　in　the　place　before　we
  spent　one　penny。　　The　first　banana　I　ever　ate　was
  purchased　that　day；　and　I　hesitated　over　it　a　long
  time。　　Its　cost　was　five　cents；　and　in　view　of　that
  large　expenditure；　the　eating　of　the　fruit；　I　was
  afraid；　would　be　too　brief　a　joy。　　I　bought　it；　how…
  ever；　and　the　experience　developed　into　a　tragedy；
  for；　not　knowing　enough　to　peel　the　banana；　I　bit
  through　skin　and　pulp　alike；　as　if　I　were　eating　an
  apple；　and　then　burst　into　ears　of　disappointment。
  The　beautiful　conduct　of　my　sister　Mary　shines
  down　through　the　years。　　She；　wise　child；　had
  taken　no　chances　with　the　unknown；　but　now；
  moved　by　my　despair；　she　bought　half　of　my　banana；
  and　we　divided　the　fruit；　the　loss；　and　the　lesson。
  Fate；　moreover；　had　another　turn　of　the　screw　for
  us；　for；　after　Mary　had　taken　a　bite　of　it；　we　gave
  what　was　left　of　the　banana　to　a　boy　who　stood　near
  us　and　who　knew　how　to　eat　it；　and　not　even　the
  large　amount　of　candy　in　our　sticky　hands　enabled
  us　to　regard　with　calmness　the　subsequent　happiness
  of　that　little　boy。
  Another　experience　with　fruit　in　Lawrence　illus…
  trates　the　ideas　of　my　mother　and　the　character　of
  the　training　she　gave　her　children。　　Our　neighbors；
  the　Cabots；　were　one　day　giving　a　great　garden　party；
  and　my　sister　was　helping　to　pick　strawberries　for
  the　occasion。　　When　I　was　going　home　from　school
  I　passed　the　berry…patches　and　stopped　to　speak　to
  my　sister；　who　at　once　presented　me　with　two　straw…
  berries。　　She　said　Mrs。　Cabot　had　told　her　to　eat
  all　she　wanted；　but　that　she　would　eat　two　less　than
  she　wanted　and　give　those　two　to　me。　　To　my
  mind；　the　suggestion　was　generous　and　proper；　in
  my　life　strawberries　were　rare。　　I　ate　one　berry；
  and　then；　overcome　by　an　ambition　to　be　generous
  also；　took　the　other　berry　home　to　my　mother；　tell…
  ing　her　how　I　had　got　it。　　To　my　chagrin；　mother
  was　deeply　shocked。　　She　told　me　that　the　trans…
  action　was　all　wrong；　and　she　made　me　take　back
  the　berry　and　explain　the　matter　to　Mrs。　Cabot。
  By　the　time　I　reached　that　generous　lady　the　berry
  was　the　worse　for　its　journey；　and　so　was　I。　　I　was
  only　nine　years　old　and　very　sensitive。　　It　was　clear
  to　me　that　I　could　hardly　live　through　the　humilia…
  tion　of　the　confession；　and　it　was　indeed　a　bitter
  experience　the　worst；　I　think；　in　my　young　life；
  though　Mrs。　Cabot　was　both　sympathetic　and
  understanding。　　She　kissed　me；　and　sent　a　quart
  of　strawberries　to　my　mother；　but　for　a　long　time
  afterward　I　could　not　meet　her　kind　eyes；　for　I　be…
  lieved　that　in　her　heart　she　thought　me　a　thief。
  My　second　friendship；　and　one　which　had　a　strong
  influence　on　my　after…life；　was　formed　in　Lawrence。
  I　was　not　more　than　ten　years　old　when　I　met　this
  new　friend；　but　the　memory　of　her　in　after…years；
  and　the　impression　she　had　made　on　my　susceptible
  young　mind；　led　me　first　into　the　ministry；　next　into
  medicine；　and　finally　into　suffrage…work。　　Living
  next　door　to　us；　on　Prospect　Hill；　was　a　beautiful
  and　mysterious　woman。　　All　we　children　knew　of
  her　was　that　she　was　a　vivid　and　romantic　figure；
  who　seemed　to　have　no　friends　and　of　whom　our
  elders　spoke　in　whispers　or　not　at　all。　　To　me　she
  was　a　princess　in　a　fairy…tale；　for　she　rode　a　white
  horse　and　wore　a　blue　velvet　riding…habit　with　a
  blue　velvet　hat　and　a　picturesquely　drooping　white
  plume。　　I　soon　learned　at　what　hours　she　went
  forth　to　ride；　and　I　used　to　hover　around　our　gate
  for　the　joy　of　seeing　her　mount　and　gallop　away。
  I　realized　that　there　was　something　unusual　about
  her　house；　and　I　had　an　idea　that　the　prince　was
  waiting　for　her　somewhere　in　the　far　distance；　and
  that　for　the　time　at　least　she　had　escaped　the　ogre
  in　the　castle　she　left　behind。　　I　was　wrong　about
  the　prince；　but　right　about　the　ogre。　　It　was　only
  when　my　unhappy　lady　left　her　castle　that　she　was
  free。
  Very　soon　she　noticed　me。　　Possibly　she　saw　the
  adoration　in　my　childish　eyes。　　She　began　to　nod
  and　smile　at　me；　and　then　to　speak　to　me；　but　at
  first　I　was　almost　afraid　to　answer　her。　　There　were
  stories　now　among　the　children　that　the　house　was
  haunted；　and　that　by　night　a　ghost　walked　there　and
  in　the　grounds。　　I　felt　an　extraordinary　interest　in
  the　ghost；　and　I　spent　hours　peering　through　our
  picket　fence；　trying　to　catch　a　glimpse　of　it；　but　I
  hesitated　to　be　on　terms　of　neighborly　intimacy　with
  one　who　dwelt　with　ghosts。
  One　day　the　mysterious　lady　bent　and　kissed　me。
  Then；　straightening　up；　she　looked　at　me　queerly
  and　said：　　‘‘Go　and　tell　your　mother　I　did　that。''
  There　was　something　very　compelling　in　her　manner。
  I　knew　at　once　that　I　must　tell　my　mother　what　she
  had　done；　and　I　ran　into　our　house　and　did　so。
  While　my　mother　was　considering　the　problem　the
  situation　presented；　for　she　knew　the　character　of
  the　house　next　door；　a　note　was　handed　in　to　her
  a　very　pathetic　little　note　from　my　mysterious　lady；
  asking　my　mother　to　let　me　come　and　see　her。　　Long
  afterward　mother　showed　it　to　me。　　It　ended　with
  the　words：　　‘‘She　will　see　no　one　but　me。　　No　harm
  shall　come　to　her。　　Trust　me。''
  That　night　my　parents　talked　the　matter　over　and
  decided　to　let　me　go。　　Probably　they　felt　that　the
  slave　next　door　was　as　much　to　be　pitied　as　the　es…
  caped…negro　slaves　they　so　often　harbored　in　our
  home。　　I　made　my　visit；　which　was　the　first　of　many；
  and　a　strange　friendship　began　and　developed　be…
  tween　the　woman　of　the　town　and　the　little　girl　she
  loved。　　Some　of　those　visits　I　remember　as　vividly
  as　if　I　had　made　them　yesterday。　　There　was　never
  the　slightest　suggestion　during　any　of　them　of　things
  I　should　not　see　or　hear；　for　while　I　was　with　her
  my　hostess　became　a　child　again；　and　we　played
  together　like　children。　　She　had　wonderful　toys　for
  me；　and　pictures　and　books；　but　the　thing　I　love