In our family it was my sister who was early recognised as “the clever one”. Her headmistress at Brighton urged that she should go to Girton. My father was upset and said:”We can’t have Madge turned into a bluestocking. We’d better send her to Paris to be finished” .So my sister went to Paris, to her own complete satisfaction since she had no wish whatever to go to Girton. She certainly had the brains of the family. She was witty, very entertaining, quick of *repartee and successful in everything she attempted.

My brother, a year younger than her, had enormous personal charm, a liking for literature, but was otherwise intellectually backward. I think both my father and my mother realised that he was going to be the “difficult” one. He had great love of practical engineering.
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