Surely so good a children's paper as the Youth's Companion could never be found in any country but America.

America was the land of children, and that's why parents broke their old-home ties and made the hard pilgrimage to America; it was for the benefit of their children.
Our home was a happy one, for we children were fond of one another and all loved the father and mother who worked so hard for us.

We were the first to realize that our home was insecure, upheld by a single prop, our father's labor.

The breaking of his right arm might have broken up our home.

We wanted to acquire property so that mother would be safe.
For we knew that God was a just God.