The Story of My Childhood
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creasing studies. I can recollect even now that my life seemed very full for a little girl of eight years.
During the preceding winter I began
to hear talk of my going away to
school, and it was decided that I be
sent to Col. Stone's High school, to
board in his family and go home occasionally.
This arrangement, I
learned in later years, had a double
object. I was what is known as a
bashful child, timid in the presence of
other persons, a condition of things
found impossible to correct at home.
In the hope of overcoming this undesirable
mauvais honte, it was decided
to throw me among strangers.
How well I remember my advent. My father took me in his carriage with a little dressing case which I dig-
