My Emotions Lose Their Force When I

Through The Study Of Fossils I Had Already Been Initiated Into The Mysteries Of Prehistoric Creations.

If By Chance I Seated Myself To Write, She Very Slyly, Very Tenderly, Seeking Protection And Caresses, Would Softly Take Her Place On My Knee And Follow The Comings And Goings Of My Pen - Sometimes Effacing, With An Unintentional Stroke Of Her Paw, Lines Of Whose Tenor She Disapproved.

My Sister And My Brother, Of Whom I Have Not Spoken Before, Were Considerably Older Than I; It Seemed Almost As If We Belonged To Different Generations.

My Books Were Always Full Of Ink Blots, Always Stained And Covered With Smeared Sketches And Pictures, Which One Draws Idly When His Attention Wanders From His Task.

I Still Went To Church Regularly Every Sunday; That Is We All Went There Together. I Reverenced The Family Pew Where We Had Assembled For So Many Years; And Apart From That Reason I Hold It Dear Because It Is Associated In My Memory With My Mother.