I was fond of him and he made much of me.

His fine brown eyes were full of smiles, and there always was a pleasant smile for me, or a teasing one.
Uncle Solomon was comparatively prosperous, so I soon forgot whatever I had known at home of sordid cares.

I do not remember that I was ever haunted by the thought of my mother, who slaved to keep us in bread; or of my sister, so little older than myself, who bent her little back to a woman's work.

I took up the life around me as if there were no other life.

I did not play all the time, but I enjoyed whatever work I found because I was so happy.