I was the youngest. The yule lamb. The one who always got away without doing the washing up. My sister was four years older, and my brother six years.
“A little kingdom I possess, where thoughts and feelings dwell; And very hard the task I find of governing it well.”
“Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave.”