Fetchke kept close to my mother at first for love and protection, but the petting she got became a blind for discipline.

She learned early, from my mother's example, that hands and feet and brains were made for labor.

She learned to bow to the yoke, to lift burdens, to do more for others than she could ever hope to have done for her in turn.

She learned to see sugar plums lie around without asking for her share.
When she was only fit to nurse her dolls, she learned how to comfort a weary heart.
And all this while I sat warm and watched over at home, untouched by any discipline save such as I directly incurred by my own sins.

I differed from Fetchke a little in age, considerably in health, and enormously in luck.