It lasted for some years.

Of course, the faith and endurance of my father were by this time worn to a shadow--this time, when I needed him the most.

However, things got a little better and a little better, until I found that by working quite hard I could make what was to me a fair income.

That's where I am now, too." "Why are you so ashamed of this story ?" "The poverty." "Poverty isn't anything to be ashamed of." "Great heavens! Have you the temerity to get off that old nonsensical remark?
Poverty is everything to be ashamed of.

Did you ever see a person not ashamed of his poverty?
Certainly not.