enty years since
her last visit. Time does not bring many changes to the New England
nooks or the people who live in them, and she greatly enjoyed the nine
days spent with uncles, aunts and cousins, exploring the well-remembered
spots. They went from here to Magnolia for a two weeks' visit at the
seaside cottage of Mr. and Mrs. James Purinton, of Lynn, Mass. At this
time, in answer to a request for advice, Miss Anthony wrote to Olympia
Brown and Mrs. Almedia Gray, of Wisconsin:

I have your letters relative to bringing suits under the school
suffrage law, and hasten to say to you that Mrs. Minor's and my own
experience in both suing and being sued on the Fourteenth Amendment
claim leads me to beseech you not to make a test case unless you
_know_ you will get the broadest decision upon it. If you get the
narrow one restricting the present law simply to school-district
voting, there it will rest and no judge or inspector will transcend
the limit of the decision. My judgment would be to say and do
nothing about the law, but through the year keep up the educational
work, showing that such and such cities allowed women to vote for
mayor, common council, etc., and by the next election many others
will let women vote; and so in a few years all will follow suit.
Let what you have alone and try for more; for all your legislature
has power to give. It will be vastly more likely to grant municipal
suffrage than your supreme court will be to give a decision that
the school law already allows women to vote for mayor, council,
governor, etc.

They thought best, however, to bring the suits; the exact results which
were predicted followed, and the school suffrage even was restricted
until it was practically worthless.

During this summer Miss Anthony undertook to arrange her many years'
accumulation of letters, clippings, etc., and knowing her reluctance
ever to destroy a single scrap, Mrs. Stanton wrote from Paris: "I am
glad to hear that you have at last settled down to look over those awful
papers. It is well I am not with you. I fear we should fight every
blessed minute over the destruction of Tom, Dick and Harry's epistles.
Unless Mary, on the sly, sticks them in the stove when your back is
turned, you will never diminish the pile during your mortal life. (Make
the most of my hint, dear Mary.)" It is safe to say it was just as large
at the end