And this was an unwelcome thought; for vexed, harassed, disappointed as I had been, and greatly as I had learned to love and value my home, I was not yet weary of adventure, nor willing to relax my efforts.

I knew that all parents were not like Mr.and Mrs.
Bloomfield, and I was certain all children were not like theirs.

The next family must be different, and any change must be for the better.

I had been seasoned by adversity, and tutored by experience, and I longed to redeem my lost honour in the eyes of those whose opinion was more than that of all the world to me..