When I was five years old I had such a great sorrow! I hardly know if I have had a greater since.It was then my grandmother died. Up to that time, she used to sit every day on the corner sofa in her room, and tell stories.I remember that grandmother told story after story from morning till night, and that we children sat beside her, quite still, and listened. It was a glorious life! No other children had such happy times as we did.It isn't much that I recollect about my grandmother. I remember that she had very beautiful snow-white hair, and stooped when she walked, and that she always sat and knitted a stocking.