And she did get above her in her class.

How proud we were! She gave me a kiss, too, and a bit of her hair.

Poor Gracey! I wonder where she is now, and what she'd think if she saw me here to-day.

If I could have looked ahead, and seen myself--chained now like a dog, and going to die a dog's death this day month! Anyhow, I must make a start.

How do people begin when they set to work to write their own sayings and doings?
There's been a deal more doing than talking in my life--it was the wrong sort--more's the pity.
Well, let's see; his parents were poor, but respectable.