She brought me up by hand.

Do you know if there is anything in being brought up by hand that ought to make people who are brought up that way better than other people?
Because whenever I was naughty Mrs.Thomas would ask me how I could be such a bad girl when she had brought me up by hand--reproachful-like.
"Mr.and Mrs.Thomas moved away from Bolingbroke to Marysville, and I lived with them until I was eight years old.

I helped look after the Thomas children--there were four of them younger than me--and I can tell you they took a lot of looking after.

Then Mr.Thomas was killed falling under a train and his mother offered to take Mrs.Thomas and the children, but she didn't want me.

Mrs.Thomas was at HER wits' end, so she said, what to do with me.