Let her escape from the workshop, if she had a chance, while the roses were still in her cheeks.

If she remained for ten years more bent over the needle, what would she gain?
Not even her personal comfort; for Frieda never called her earnings her own, but spent everything on the family, denying herself all but necessities.

The young man who sued for her was a good workman, earning fair wages, of irreproachable character, and refined manners.
My father had known him for years.
So Frieda was to be released from the workshop.

The act was really in the nature of a sacrifice on my father's part, for he was still in the woods financially, and would sorely miss Frieda's wages.

The greater the pity, therefore, that there was no one to counsel him to give America more time with my sister.