All my brothers did the same.

Mother paid the household expenses, bought our clothing and allotted us spending money and money for Sunday-school.
This is a cynical age and I can imagine that I hear somebody snicker when I confess the fondness I had for the Sunday-school.

I don't want any one to think I am laying claim to the record of having always been a good little boy; nor that everything I did was wise.

No; I confess I did my share of deviltry, that some of my deeds were foolish, and (to use the slang of that time) I often got it in the neck.

Once I bantered a big fat boy to a fight.