<p>When I was five years old I had such a great sorrow! I hardly know if I have had a greater since.<br>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.<br>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.<br>...