Being a domestic rights advocate is far from easy, some people just can't accept change as quickly as I had predicted.
And sometimes I wonder if anything I am doing will make a change on this world, or if my life efforts will wither away into dust when I am gone.
After being unable to attend the National Council of Women due to my husband being dangerously ill, so all I could do at the time was write letters for girls to attend schools across New Zealand.
He died October 1903 and I miss him more and more every day.
I wrote another letter, this time to Kate Shepphard:
I have heard nothing of our women's movement for so long a time that I am wondering if the past has been all a dream and nothing more.…Why, oh why, do the women not rouse themselves from their love of ease and do something for the betterment of the race?'