I do not remember suffering because there was no jam on my bread, and no new dress for the holidays.

I do not know whether I was hurt when some of our playmates abandoned us.

I remember myself oftener in the attitude of an onlooker, as on the occasion of the attachment of our furniture, when I went off into a corner to think about it.

Perhaps I was not able to cling to negations.

The possession of the bread was a more absorbing fact than the loss of the jam.