 With resolute steps, Mrs. Faraday walked the narrow and frequently smelly streets toward Manchester Square. Michael had to force himself to keep up with the determined strides of his mother. In his daydreams, he had imagined himself returning home after a day's work and handing his mother a fistful of shillings to help with the family expenses. Having heard the lashing words of the teacher, those dreams now seemed impossible, all of them. As Michael pondered the meaning of what the teacher had said,