One day, when the family were visiting in Memphis, I chanced to pick up a newspaper, and read the advertisement of a Northern family for a cook to go to Boston.  I went at once to the address given, and made agreement to take the place, but told the people that I could not leave my present position until Mr. Inman returned home.  Mr. and Mrs. Inman did not want to let me go, but I made up my mind to go North.  The Northern family whose service I was to enter had returned to Boston before I left, and had made arrangements with a friend, Mr. Bullock, to see me safely started North.

After deciding to go North, I went to Macon, to make arrangements with Mrs. Campbell for the care of my two sisters who lived with her.  One sister was now about thirteen and the other fifteen, both old enough to do a little for themselves.  My brother was dead.  He went to Brunswick in 1875, and died there of the yellow fever in 1876.  One sister I brought in later years to Boston.  I stayed in Macon two weeks, and was in Atlanta three or four days before leaving for the North.

About the 15th of June, 1879, I arrived at the Old Colony Station in Boston, and had my first glimpse of the country I had heard so much about.  From Boston I went to Newtonville, where I was to work.  The gentleman whose service I was to enter, Mr. E. N. Kimball, was waiting at the station for me, and drove me to his home on Warner Street.  For a few days, until I got somewhat adjusted to my new circumstances, I had no work to do.  On June 17th the family took me with them to Auburndale.  But in spite of the kindness of Mrs. Kimball and the colored nurse, I grew very homesick for the South, and would often look in the direction of my old home and cry.

The washing, a kind of work I knew nothing about, was given to me; but I could not do it, and it was finally given over to a hired woman.  I had to do the ironing of the fancy clothing for Mrs. Kimball and the children.

About five or six weeks after my arrival, Mrs. Kimball and the children went to the White Mountains for the summer, and I had more leisure.  Mr. Kimball went up to the mountains every Saturday night, to stay with his family over Sunday; but he and his father-in-law were at home other nights, and I had to have dinner for them.

To keep away the homesickness and loneliness as much as possible, I made acquaintance with the hired girl across the street.

One morning I climbed up into the cherry tree that grew between Mr. Kimball’s yard and the yard of his next-door neighbor, Mr. Roberts.  I was thinking of the South, and as I picked the cherries, I sang a Southern song.  Mr. Roberts heard me, and gave me a dollar for the song.