So when you were eighty-four you were invited to the
International Woman’s Suffrage meeting in Berlin.
My sister Mary and I went. It was quite a celebration. The banquet was, by far, the biggest thing of
its kind that any of us had ever witnessed. When the doors of the refreshments
rooms were thrown open, the tables with decorations of American beauties and
other flowers, the number and size of tables, the brilliant electric lighting,
the magnificent granite pillars, and the beautiful mirrors were a sight for a
modest American to see. Mary and I dined on fish, roast beef, boiled ham, and
tongue with strawberries, jellies, and the sweets later.
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