Then my piano went.

So then I said to my mother, I will advertize to give lessons, as other people do, and make money for us all, myself.

So we paid money for a brass-plate, and our landlady's kind son put it up on the door for nothing, and we waited for pupils to come.

I used to pray to the Virgin that she would blessedly send me pupils, for my poor mother's complaints were so shrill and out of tune it's impossible to tell you what I suffered.

But by-and-by my father saw the brass-plate.