The child's little hand would steal into one of the old lady's strong ones, or would clasp a finger and hold it tight.

And then the woman who had never had a child of her own would feel, afresh each time, as though the child's hand was gripping her heart.
With her father she was sweetest of all.

And as he seemed to be pleased when she did anything like a little boy, the habit of being like one insensibly grew on her.
An only child has certain educational difficulties.

The true learning is not that which we are taught, but that which we take in for ourselves from experience and observation, and children's experiences and observation, especially of things other than repressive, are mainly of children.

The little ones teach each other.