It does not seem possible that we could have been as poor as that, but sometimes I do wonder.

And I seem to remember a close smell about our rooms, and that they were very hot, and I remember when poor mamma died, although I was so young.

I remember a great many people, who seemed very kind, came in, and after that I was in a place with a good many other little girls.
I suppose it was a school.

And then--" Rose stopped and turned white, and a look of horror came over her face.
"What then ?" asked Sylvia.

"Don't you feel well, child ?" "Yes, I feel well--as well as I ever feel when I almost remember something terrible and never quite do.