Little Follies, “My Mother Takes a Tumble,” Chapter 3: I was lying in my crib picking at the fur on the back of my teddy bear’s head. The shadows of the branches of the oak tree outside the window began to sway along the wall of my room, and I began to rock with them, slowly, then faster and faster, until they were hopping and jumping about in a blur and my crib was shaking and creaking.
11: I was lying in my crib . . .
11: I was lying in my crib . . .
11: I was lying in my crib . . .
Little Follies, “My Mother Takes a Tumble,” Chapter 3: I was lying in my crib picking at the fur on the back of my teddy bear’s head. The shadows of the branches of the oak tree outside the window began to sway along the wall of my room, and I began to rock with them, slowly, then faster and faster, until they were hopping and jumping about in a blur and my crib was shaking and creaking.