ABSTRACT
My memory does not carry me far back into my infancy but a striking incident identifies 8 itself – I was to be put into breeches & the Tailor was actually measuring me when an old fashioned fd of my fathers said – “why surely you wont have that boy put into trousers but breeches” – my father paused – how well I can remember his rubbing his chin during the awfull doubt, when after a long silence & the tailor enquiring how it was to be my father decided that I should have trousers & so my little heart was at once relieved from a load of smothered grief under which I should have died at the breeches-knees. 9
