I did not put it to myself just so, but I understood that learning and piety were the things most valued in our family, that my father was a scholar, and that piety, of course, was the fruit of sacred learning.

And yet my father had deliberately violated the Sabbath.
His act was not to be compared with my carrying the handkerchief.

The two sins were of the same kind, but the sinners and their motives were different.

I was a child, a girl at that, not yet of the age of moral responsibility.

He was a man full grown, passing for one of God's elect, and accepting the reverence of the world as due tribute to his scholarly merits.