Mrs. Purdy had one daughter, and a lovely girl in music, and her name
was Kittie Purdy. She was sought to play everywhere as she was a fine
player, and everyone thinks her a very pretty girl. Her mother is a
perfect lady, for she used to be so kind to her help. She never was late
in any of her meals for the help and she always sat down with us and eat
with us. She was as jolly as any one at the table and she always called
me her bird, for I was on the wing of song from the time I began my work
until my work was finished, and then I would start home as happy as any
one could be. Then I would be the first to greet her in the mornings
always and she used to say that I brought to her a great deal of comfort
each hour and drove all of her business cares away. I used to feel glad
that I, although a working girl, could be of some love and comfort to
some one, and it makes me feel glad to-day that God in His love to me
and for me can own such a feeble one.

My next start was for Asbury Park to do work for Mrs. Haseltine, another
lovely lady, who was a Boston lady and whom I learned to love as a
mother. I worked for her two years and was to have worked for her the
third year if she had not taken sick at the time she did. A gentleman
came on from Philadelphia and she got me to work for him and I found him
a fine gentleman. I praise God for all that came to me while I was
pursuing my studies, and to-day I do feel like saying,

"Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine,
Oh! what a foretaste of glory divine;
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His spirit, washed in His blood.
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long,
This is my story, this is my song,