At four years of age she was a creature of the most delicate beauty.

Notwithstanding her Jewish parentage, she was fair as the day and fresh as the dawn.

And if her eyes were darkness, there was light within her soul; and if her ears were silence, there was music within her heart.

She was brighter than the sun which she could not see, and sweeter than the songs which she could not hear.

She was joyous as a bird in its narrow cage, and never did she fret at the bars which bound her.