She lives in two neat little rooms, where with her thumb and two fingers she makes innumerable quilts, which she sells and gives away with the greatest delight.

Her opium is regulated to a set amount taken each day, and she has been drawn away from much drinking.

She is a voracious reader, and has her head full of strange tales made up from books and her own imagination.

At one time it seemed impossible to do anything for her in Chicago, and she was kept for two years in a suburb, where the family of the charity visitor lived, and where she was nursed through several hazardous illnesses.

She now lives a better life than she did, but she is still far from being a model old woman.