To pay my way I worked as a janitor.

My sister helped me, too; and I was not above mowing anybody's lawn or taking up and beating carpets when I had half a day to spare.

I was working to get away from work, and I buckled down to it with a grim realisation of the paradox.
Boy and girl love was left behind, and, along with it, Haydee and Louis Shattuck, and the early evening strolls.

I hadn't the time.

I joined the Henry Clay Debating Society.