The visits in Bordentown were always a delight and refreshment to her. She and her "little Hitter" frolicked, once more two girls together: e.g., the following incident:—
The Reverend —— Bishop was the Mailliards' pastor; a kindly gentleman, who could frolic as well as another. One day our Aunt Annie, wishing to ask him to dine, sat down at her desk and wrote:—
"My dear Mr. Bishop,
To-day we shall dish up
At one and a half
The hind leg of a calf—"
At this point she was called away on household business. Our mother sat down and wrote:—
"Now B., if he's civil,
May join in our revel;
But if he is not,
He may go to the devil!"
During the days that followed, Kant and charades divided her time pretty evenly.
"Kant's 'Anthropologia' is rather trifling, after his great works. I read it to find out what Anthropology is."
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"Good is a direction; virtue is a habit."
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