Here again, in my association with the women of
the streets, I realized the limitations of my work in
the ministry and in medicine. As minister to soul
and body one could do little for these women. For
such as them, one's efforts must begin at the very
foundation of the social structure. Laws for them
must be made and enforced, and some of those laws
could only be made and enforced by women. So
many great avenues of life were opening up before
me that my Cape Cod environment seemed almost
a prison where I was held with tender force. I
loved my people and they loved me--but the big
outer world was calling, and I could not close my
ears to its summons. The suffrage lectures helped
to keep me contented, however, and I was certainly
busy enough to find happiness in my work.
I was in Boston three nights a week, and during
these nights subject to sick calls at any hour. My
favorite associates were Dr. Caroline Hastings, our
professor of anatomy, and little Dr. Mary Safford,
a mite of a woman with an indomitable soul. Dr.
Safford was especially prominent in philanthropic
work in Massachusetts, and it was said of her that
at any hour of the day or night she could be found
working in the slums of Boston. I, too, could fre-
quently be found there--often, no doubt, to the dis-
advantage of my patients. I was quite famous in
three Boston alleys--Maiden's Lane, Fellows Court,
and Andrews Court.
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