In Florence she seems to have been equally beloved and
respected. A quarrel here took place between her maid,
from Rieti, and a fellow-lodger, in which her earnest
effort prevented bloodshed, and effcctually healed the
breach between the two women. The porter of the
house in which she dwelt while in Florence was slowly
dying of consumption; Margaret's kindness so attached
hini to her that he always spoke of her as la cara signora.
The unruly Garibaldi Legion overtook Margaret one day between Rome and Rieti. She had been to visit her child at the latter place, and was returning to Rome alone in a vettura. While she was resting for an hour at a wayside inn, the master of the house entered in great alarm, crying: “We are lost! Here is the Legion Garibaldi! These men always pillage, and, if we do not give all up to them without pay, they will kill us." Looking out upon the road, Margaret saw that the men so much dreaded were indeed close at hand. For a moment she felt some alarm, thinking that they might insist upon taking the horses from her carriage, and thus render it impossible for her to proceed on her journey. Another moment, and she had found a device to touch their better nature. As the troop entered, noisy and disorderly, Margaret rose and said to the innkeeper: “Give these good men bread and wine at my expense, for after their ride they must need refreshment.” The men at once became quiet and respectful. They partook of the offered hospitality with the best grace, and at parting escorted her to her carriage; and took leave of her with great deference. She drove off, wondering at their bad reputation. They probably were equally astonished at her dignity and friendliness.
