Her situation would have been trying to a non-self-reliant woman, for there was no volunteer co-operator.

The custodian of the hall, with his stereotyped stupidity, had dumped some tracts and papers on the platform.

The unfriended Miss Anthony gathered them up composedly, placed them on a table disposedly, put her decorous shawl on one chair and a very exemplary bonnet on another, sat a moment, smoothed her hair discreetly, and then deliberately walked to the table and addressed the audience.

She wore a becoming black silk dress, gracefully draped and made with a basque waist.

She appears to be somewhere about the confines of the fourth luster in age, of pleasing rather than pretty features, decidedly expressive countenance, rich brown hair very effectively and not at all elaborately arranged, neither too tall nor too short, too plump nor too thin--in brief one of those juste milieu persons, the perfection of common sense physically exhibited.