Bøker av Velma Swanston Howard

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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.

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