And I took everything from her hand as if it were my due.
The two of us stood a moment in the doorway of the tenement house on Arlington Street, that wonderful September morning when I first went to school.

It was I that ran away, on winged feet of joy and expectation; it was she whose feet were bound in the treadmill of daily toil.

And I was so blind that I did not see that the glory lay on her, and not on me.
* * * * * Father himself conducted us to school.

He would not have delegated that mission to the President of the United States.

He had awaited the day with impatience equal to mine, and the visions he saw as he hurried us over the sun-flecked pavements transcended all my dreams.
Almost his first act on landing on American soil, three years before, had been his application for naturalization.