The Ayah wished to return to her country, and was glad to do so as my nurse.

I think that at first she only intended to be with us for the voyage, but she stayed on, and became fond of me, and so remained my nurse as long as I was in India.
I have heard that my mother was the prettiest woman on board the vessel she went out in, and the prettiest woman at the station when she got there.

Some people have told me that she was the prettiest woman they ever saw.

She was just eighteen years old when my father married her, and she was not six-and-twenty when she died.
[I got so far in writing my life, seated at the round, three-legged pinewood table, with Eleanor scribbling away opposite to me.

But I could get no further just then.