 We lost the farm, and it was another terrible blow to us all. Things got so desperate, my older sister got a job in the textile mill. I was 14 then, and aware of the hard times, especially for Mama. But I was still a hopeful daydreamer, oblivious to the axe that was about to fall. Jenny, you like school a whole lot, don't you? You know I do, Daddy. Well, that makes it all a bit harder. I mean, asking you to quit.