" It never occurred to Frances that any other life was possible for her. Wintringham Square was her home—the only home she knew. It never occurred to her that she was working very hard and receiving nothing in return except her board and lodging. She had a little money of her own which had been left to her by her father. It was not very much, but it was more than sufficient to buy her clothes. She was neither happy nor unhappy, for she had a contented nature and no standard by which to measure her life. "

― D.E. Stevenson , Spring Magic