I can just remember getting into the train with my mother.

She was burned to death in the wreck, but by some miracle I was saved.

I knew my name, Ruth Irving Denton, my age, and around my neck mother had tied a little packet containing some money, a letter and a gold watch.

A woman who lived near where the wreck occurred took charge of me, and as no one came for me, in time I was sent to a home.

I lived there until I was fourteen.