18 CONTRIBUTIONS TO WESTERN BOTANY 
Hubbard calico dress, old leather slippers and no stockings, and 
her long gray hair hanging in stringlets down her shoulders. 
most cases like this women so caught would flutter around and 
ask to be excused to dress up for a stranger like me, but not she. 
Ne apologies were necessary, I was not there to see her clothes, 
though men usually take in everything visible. 1 stepped up to her 
and said ‘‘Mrs. Brandegee ? Iam Jones.‘* All social matters van- 
ished and we began on botany. 1t was a botanical paradise, rare 
flowers blooming on all sides, mockingbirds, quail calling, and 
other native songbirds making the air musical with song. 
of it to her and she agreed with me, but said the climate did not 
suit her health and they were too far from libraries, and they were 
going back north. 
she then took me into the brick herbarium and showed me the 
library and botanical material, and introduced me to Bran egee. 
This was my first meeting with them. 
About all the femininity there was about her was her long hair 
and dress, Her face was a powerful one without ruggesting domi- 
nance, which instantly rouses my antagonism. It was a judicial 
face, and all her conversation was the weighing of the evidence of 
the validity of species of plants. There is but one other woman 
that I know who has the natural capacity of Mrs. Brandegee, but 
she has not yet found herself. 
1 shal never get over the feeling that it was a monumental sin 
for her to die when she did. There was no excuse for it. She was 
sorts of hardships and privations to win our places in the world co 
not always observe the laws of health, and though she is long-suf- 
fering Nature makes us pay the price, and the cost to us sometimes 
