I really would rather have gone to New York, since all my training had been in theater, but I didn't have the guts to go there alone. I knew only one person in New York, and that was a man. What I needed was a woman. That's the way Southern girls thought.
There are so many lovely cities around the U.S., around the world, that it's almost impossible to pick one.
IN April 1882 my father died; and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.

