My father was a farm labourer: and all his life he never earned more than thirteen and sixpence a week.

I left when I was twelve and went into the mines.

There were six of us children; and my mother brought us up healthy and decent.
She fed us and clothed us and sent us to school; and when she died we buried her with the money she had put by for the purpose; and never a penny of charity had ever soiled her hands.

I can see them now.

Talk of your Chancellors of the Exchequer and their problems! She worked herself to death, of course.