He held me by the hand.

Wherever we went, the senate and people hailed us with acclamations.

My mother carried Geta in her arms.
This delighted the populace.

They shouted for her and my brother as enthusiastically as for us, and I recollect to this day how that went to my heart.

He might have the sweets and welcome, but what the people had to offer was due only to my father and me, not to my brother.