Mr.Banks left the basket on your porch while mother stood far down the street and waited for him, half frozen and heartsick.

Then they hurried out of town and were soon safely on their way to New York.

It was while my stepfather was in London, later on, that mother came up to see Rosalie and make that memorable first payment to Mr.Crow.How it went on for years, you all know.

It was my stepfather's cleverness that made it so impossible to learn the source from which the mysterious money came.
"We travelled constantly, always finding new places of interest in which my mother's conscience could be eased by contact with beauty and excitement.

Gradually she became hardened to the conditions, for, after all, was it not her own child who was to be enriched by the theft and the deception?
Mr.Banks constantly forced that fact in upon her mother-love and her vanity.