The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.
I credit my mom Debbie for creating a solid family base,. . . She gave me a strong sense of reality so I could avoid falling into the normal pitfalls of child actors.