I was constantly forgetting things in the office, but Moses Benson helped me out of every scrape.

He was kinder and kinder, so that I often felt sorry that I could not feel fonder of him, and that his notions of fun and amusement only disgusted me instead of making us friends.

They convinced me of one thing.

My dear mother's chief dread about my going out of my own country was for the wicked ways I might learn in strange lands.

A town with an unpronounceable name suggested foreign iniquities to her tender fears, but our own town, where she and everybody we knew bought everything we daily used, did not frighten her at all.