It was during this year that Her Ladyship started to be unwell. The doctors did not know what was wrong with her, so they bled her, and gave her herbal cures, and said that she must rest. The business of the household went on much the same. His Lordship would often attend to his son’s studies, or keep Theodosia company by reading to her in the evenings. But I did notice that, with Her Ladyship being unwell, His Lordship would sometimes be restless at night, and walk about in his room alone; and I know that when he did so, he would often be dressed as a woman.

I had for some time been wondering if there was a way I might put this situation to my use; and one day when I was in the market, who should I see but Violet, the mulatto woman from the East River that I used to go with. She looked a lot older now, but I recognized her, and she knew me. She had a little girl with her, of maybe nine years old, that was her granddaughter. “Would she be my granddaughter too?” I asked her quietly. And she laughed and said, “Maybe.” This little girl’s name was Rose.

Well, it seemed that this Rose was wonderfully quick with the needle, and Violet was looking for someone to give her regular work. And when I told her I belonged to the governor now, she was wondering if I couldn’t do something for her.

“Wait a while,” I said, “and I’ll see.”

I started my work the next day. Using a framework of thin sticks, like wickerwork, I began to make a rough model of the governor’s body. Fortunately, having always been good with my hands, the task was easy enough. Taking one of his shirts, I was able to adjust this to make it perfect. Then I bought lengths of silk and of lining. This cost me a good deal of my savings, but I was confident of getting a return. After this, I borrowed an old dress of Her Ladyship’s, which I knew she never used. Then I loaded all these items onto a cart and took them up to Violet’s.

“Her Ladyship wishes to give a dress to a friend out on Long Island,” I told her. “This is the shape of her body, but we are not sure of her height, so the dress must be left long, and we can hem it later.” Then I showed her the dress I’d borrowed, to use as a model for the design, and told her that if Rose could do it she’d be well paid. “She can do it,” said Violet. So I told them I’d be back in two weeks.