Violent life and athletic sports had never appealed to me.

I had always been a book-worm; so my sisters and father had called me during my childhood.

I had gone camping but once in my life, and then I left the party almost at its start and returned to the comforts and conveniences of a roof.

And here I was, with dreary and endless vistas before me of table-setting, potato-peeling, and dish-washing.

And I was not strong.