Female schools might be comprised in the list of those worthy the public patronage, with great propriety.
But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was, I could not remain ignorant of their import.
I hate to say it because I feel like it might be a jinx, but yes - knock on wood - I have never broken a bone.