Indeed, I was made a heroine, which was just what I intended to be when I set out on my adventure.
And thus ended most of my unlawful escapades; I was more petted than scolded for my insubordination.
My second journey to Vitebsk, in the company of Uncle Solomon, I remember as well as the first.

I had been up all night, dancing at a wedding, and had gone home only to pick up my small bundle and be picked up, in turn, by my uncle.

I was a little taller now, and had my own ticket, like a real traveller.
It was still early in the morning when the train pulled out of the station, or else it was a misty day.

I know the fields looked soft and gray when we got out into the country, and the trees were blurred.

I did not want to sleep.