This is a gift bestowed by their guardian angels, that no gloomy shadows may darken the sunny brightness of their souls.
I saw only that cheerful faces were changed to sad ones, that the figures about us moved silently in sable robes and scarcely noticed us.

On the tables in the nursery, where our holiday garments were made, black clothes were being cut for us also, and I remember having my mourning dress fitted.

I was pleased because it was a new one.

I tried to manufacture a suit for my Berlin Jack-in-the-box from the scraps that fell from the dressmaker's table.

Nothing amuses a child so much as to imitate what older people are doing.