CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MAY 1871
“You’re certain this is a good idea?” I asked Isabella while we waited upstairs at Murray Hill for Isabella’s older sister, Catharine, to arrive.
“Oh, yes. I’ve finally made her see sense. I’m sure once the two of you meet, all your differences will be resolved. She merely needs to see for herself how wonderful you are.”
I doubted one meeting would be enough to sway the most conservative, vicious, and outspoken Beecher sister to my radical ways, but I was willing to try. If I could at least broker a tentative peace with Catharine, it would mean I’d have a chance to ingratiate myself with the Boston arm of the suffrage movement. Making strides there—something no one, not even Susan or Elizabeth, had been able to do—would assure a vocal majority to help carr
