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John Purroy Mitchel was subject to terrific migraine headaches. They'd be terrible. He'd be just really laid low fairly suddenly. He was a very proud person and it would have, of course, been fatal to have it get around the city that Mitchel was sick in his office - taken fainting out of the Board of Estimate meeting. So when these things would seize him, he'd be dashed up to our house and he could go to bed and be there for two or three hours. They passed very quickly once he had emptied his stomach, had had a chance to lie down quietly, perhaps relax, perhaps sleep and eat nothing. It would clear up. He very often turned up that way. We certainly were always prepared for it and always delighted to have him.

We had a little studio at the end of the garden. It was a charming little one-room house. It had been built by a previous owner. That was a fine place to have conferences. It was a large room. It was away from the house and yet it was at hand. There used to be some pretty hot talks out there. I knew my place and stayed out of them. I never went into those conferences. I didn't think it was a good idea and I don't think anybody would have thought that it was a good idea. It would not have been a place where they felt free to come if a lady, the wife of one of the people, was just hanging around. It just wasn't in the picture.