MANNA So went the life in Chelsea for the space of a year or so.

Then my father, finding a discrepancy between his assets and liabilities on the wrong side of the ledger, once more struck tent, collected his flock, and set out in search of richer pastures.
There was a charming simplicity about these proceedings.

Here to-day, apparently rooted; there to-morrow, and just as much at home.

Another basement grocery, with a freshly painted sign over the door; the broom in the corner, the loaf on the table--these things made home for us.
There were rather more Negroes on Wheeler Street, in the lower South End of Boston, than there had been on Arlington Street, which promised more numerous outstanding accounts; but they were a neighborly folk, and they took us strangers in--sometimes very badly.

Then there was the school three blocks away, where "America" was sung to the same tune as in Chelsea, and geography was made as dark a mystery.