At first, with Amy Marryat and myself, there was a little boy, Walter Powys, son of a clergyman with a large family, and him she trained for some years, and then sent him on to school admirably prepared.

She chose "her children"-- as she loved to call us--in very definite fashion.

Each must be gently born and gently trained, but in such position that the education freely given should be a relief and aid to a slender parental purse.

It was her delight to seek out and aid those on whom poverty presses most heavily, when the need for education for the children weighs on the proud and the poor.

"Auntie" we all called her, for she thought "Miss Marryat" seemed too cold and stiff.