ABSTRACT
One day after my father had returned from his travels, I learned that I would be going to school. Mother packed a small tiffin box with pastries and sweets, and it was duly placed in Father’s landau. Bursting with importance, I brushed my close-cropped hair, put on a clean frock and pinafore, and took my place opposite my father. Soon we arrived at St. Teresa’s Convent School, and here I was admitted as a day scholar.
