little girl

Once I saw a little girl. And I saw her eyes. Then I saw everything else - her hair, her little smile, her hands, her disposition and the way she would lose herself in her own world. So I asked her to let me sketch her and she stood there and I did. A lovely little bit of a girl.

























'There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your doll, I know;
But childish troubles will soon pass by. --
There! little girl; don't cry!'
-j.w.r.