Although we reached California in its hot, dry season, we found the atmosphere in San Francisco delightful, fanned with the gentle breezes of the Pacific, cooled with the waters of its magnificent harbor.

The Golden Gate does indeed open to the eye of the traveler one of the most beautiful harbors in the world.
Friends had engaged for us a suite of apartments at the Grand Hotel, then just opened.

Our rooms were constantly decked with fresh flowers, which our "suffrage children," as they called themselves, brought us from day to day.

So many brought tokens of their good will--in fact, all our visitors came with offerings of fruits and flowers--that not only our apartments, but the public tables were crowded with rare and beautiful specimens of all varieties.

We spoke every night, to crowded houses, on all phases of the woman question, and had a succession of visitors during the day.