She lived only a year, and it was after her death that Mary changed her name to that of her mother, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

Professor Phelps had a most nervous temperament, so much so that he could not sleep if a cricket chirped in his bedroom, and the stamping of a horse in a nearby stable destroyed all hope of slumber.
Miss Phelps inherited her mother's talent for writing stories, also her humour and her sensitive, loving nature, as is seen by her works on _Temperance Reforms_, _Abuses of Factory Operators_, and her arraignment of the vivisectionist.

Later, when I was living at the "Abandoned Farm," she had a liking for the farm I now own, about half a mile farther on from my first agricultural experiment.

She called on me, and begged me as woman for woman in case she bought the neighbouring farm, to seclude all my animals and fowls from 5 P.M.
till 10 A.M.each morning, as she must get her sleep, for, like her father, she was a life-long sufferer from insomnia.

I would have done this if it were possible to repress the daybreak cries natural to a small menagerie which included chickens, turkeys, ducks, and geese, besides two peacocks and four guinea fowls.
But to return to the _Youth's Companion_.