Nearly always, however, something happens to remind me.

She loves me to tell her stories.

The other night I solemnly related the history of Cinderella.
She was enchanted.

It gave me the idea of setting her to read "Lamb's Tales from Shakespeare." I was turning this over in my mind while she chewed the cud of her enjoyment, when she suddenly asked whether I would like to hear a Turkish story.

She knew lots of nice, funny stories.