derstand my husband better and love and respect him more than I had
learned to do in all my long years of living with him."

In March Garrison wrote, thanking her and her family for their generous
hospitality, concluding, "Nowhere do I visit with more real
satisfaction." He told her that he had had to give up his lecture
engagements on account of the heavy snows, but she had gone straight
through with hers. She now closed her series of meetings and went home
to arrange for Theodore Parker's lecture. Antoinette Brown Blackwell
wrote her: "I hear a certain bachelor making a number of inquiries
about Susan B. Anthony. This means that we shall look for another
wedding in our sisternity before the year ends. Get a good husband,
that's all, dear."

On Miss Anthony's return from the May anti-slavery meeting in New York,
she received a reminder from the president of the State Teachers'
Association that she would be expected to read her paper on
"Co-Education" before that body in August. This recollection had been
keeping her awake nights for some time. It had been an easy thing to
present a resolution or make a five-minute speech, but it was quite
another to write an hour's lecture to be delivered before a most
critical audience. As was always her custom in such a dilemma, she
turned to Mrs. Stanton, who responded:

Your servant is not dead but liveth. Imagine me, day in and day
out, watching, bathing, dressing, nursing and promenading the
precious contents of a little crib in the corner of my room. I pace
up and down these two chambers of mine like a caged lioness,
longing to bring nursing and housekeeping cares to a close. Come
here and I will do what I can to help you with your address, if you
will hold the baby and make the puddings. Let Antoinette and Lucy
rest in peace and quietness thinking great thoughts. It is not well
to be in the excitement of public life all the time, so do not keep
stirring them up or mourning over their repose. You, too, must
rest, Susan; let the world alone awhile. We can not bring about a
moral revolution in a day or a year. Now that I have two daughters,
I feel fresh strength to work for women. It is not in vain that in
myself I feel all the wearisome care to which woman even in her
best estate is subject.

Together they ground out the address, taking turns at writing and baby
tending, and then she went home. It seemed to her that