My mother died here when I was quite small, and I stayed until I was eight years old.

Aunt Keswick and my father were not very good friends, and when she came to look upon me as entirely her own child, and wished to deprive him of all rights and privileges as a parent, he resented it very much, and, at last, took me away.

I don't remember exactly how this was done, but I know there was a tremendous quarrel, and my father and aunt never met again.
"He took me to New York; and there we lived very happily until about two years ago, when my father died.

He was a lawyer by profession, but at that time held a salaried position in a railroad company, and when he died, of course our income ceased.

The money that was left did not last very long, and then I had to decide what I was to do.