My sister Eudora was quite a character. From birth she was given to understand that the only thing the matter with her was that she was not a boy. She entered into the spirit of the thing, and when I arrived, though she was only four years old, she sat at the window and when she saw a team coming down the road, she ran out and shaking her finger at the people, shouted, "We've got a new baby, a real meat baby, and it's a boy!"

Before I came on the scene, she had done her best to make up to father for his disappointment on account of her sex. She wore father's clothes, particularly his vest (so mother said) and it came clear to the ground. She would put on the vest and toddle along right in the furrow behind him as he held the plow.

Later she was among the early "women's rights women", and studied and practiced medicine when few women had the nerve to enter that profession.