My faded calico dress, my rusty straw sailor hat, the color of my skin and all bespoke the waif.
But never a bit daunted was I.I went up the steps to the porch, rang the bell, and asked for the great man with as much assurance as if I were a daily visitor on Cedar Street.

I calmly awaited the appearance of Mr.Tetlow in the reception room, and stated my errand without trepidation.
And why not?
I was a solemn little person for the moment, earnestly seeking advice on a matter of great importance.

That is what Mr.
Tetlow saw, to judge by the gravity with which he discussed my business with me, and the courtesy with which he showed me to the door.

He saw, too, I fancy, that I was not the least bit conscious of my shabby dress; and I am sure he did not smile at my appearance, even when my back was turned.
A new life began for me when I entered the Latin School in September.
Until then I had gone to school with my equals, and as a matter of course.

Now it was distinctly a feat for me to keep in school, and my schoolmates were socially so far superior to me that my poverty became conspicuous.