We felt that something terrible was impending, and people called it grandfather's illness.

Never had I seen my mother's sunny face so anxious and sad.

She rarely came to us, and when she did for a short time her thoughts were far away, for she was nursing her father.
Then the day which had been dreaded came.

Wherever we looked the women were weeping and the eyes of the men were reddened by tears.

My mother, pale and sorrowful, told us that our dear grandfather was dead.
Children cannot understand the terrible solemnity of death.