I was a town child, it is true, but that did not prevent me enjoying open-air life, with plants and animals.
The Danish glee: the national version of cheerfulness.
Poor is the power of the lead that becomes bullets compared to the power of the hot metal that becomes types.
I was always hearing that I was pale and thin and small.
I was not given to looking at life in a rosy light.
It gradually dawned upon me that there was no one more difficult to please than my mother.