The year? 1895. She walked up the gangplank of the ship, carrying all her worldly possessions in a tiny suitcase that her mother had given her — tearfully — when she had finally realised that she would not be swayed. America held opportunity, adventure, a new life, away from the hunger and the cold. No one else wanted to go, though… no one else wanted to take the risk. Because it was a risk — everything worthwhile was, she thought. But what was there if there was no risk?