This announcement, together with his decision to return to America, cast a deep gloom over the whole school. A dead silence came over all of us. And then for several days afterwards the burden of our conversation was about Brown’s leaving the school for good.
The only cheerful ones among us were those who had decided to accompany him home. These were Wong Shing, Wong Foon and myself.
When he requested those who wished to accompany him to the States to signify it by rising, I was the first one on my feet. Wong Foon was the second, followed by Wong Shing.
But before regarding our cases as permanently settled, we were told to go home and ask the consent of our respective parents.
My mother gave her consent with great reluctance, but after my earnest persuasion she yielded, though not without tears and sorrow.
I consoled her with the fact that she had two more sons besides myself, and a daughter to look after her comfort. Besides, she was going to have a daughter-in-law to take care of her, as my elder brother was engaged to be married.
It may not be out of place to say that if it had depended on our own resources, we never could have come to America to finish our education, for we were all poor.
Doubtless Brown must have had the project well discussed among the trustees of the school months before he broached the subject to his pupils.
It was also through his influence that due provision was made for the support of our parents for at least two years, during our absence in America. Our patrons who bore all our expenses did not intend that we should stay in this country longer than two years. They treated us nobly.