It was understood, even before we reached Boston, that she would go to work and I to school.

In view of the family prejudices, it was the inevitable course.

No injustice was intended.

My father sent us hand in hand to school, before he had ever thought of America.

If, in America, he had been able to support his family unaided, it would have been the culmination of his best hopes to see all his children at school, with equal advantages at home.