They found all of me inside my wrappings.

They gave me a piece of sugar and sent me to bed.

And I was very glad.

I did hate to go all the way next door and all the way back, through the white snow, under the white stars, invisible company keeping step with me.
* * * * * And I remember my playmates.
There was always a crowd of us girls.

We were a mixed set,--rich little girls, well-to-do little girls, and poor little girls,--but not because we were so democratic.