3626. I think especially of the little toenail on the foot
of a baby that was the child of a servant in my father’s house. One time when
she was nursing her baby I happened to notice his little foot peeping out from
under its wrapping. It was a very bright pudgy, pink foot, and the nails were
very small.
3627.
Now you would think that in the construction of a tiny child’s foot
there might not be too much detail in the nails, but getting down on my
hands and knees I took a close look at the
child’s nails, and they were just as perfectly shaped as you could
imagine. Michelangelo
himself, or even Donatello could never have carved a more perfect
toenail, even
if they had been involved in a competition.
2628. That little serf boy when he was ten was taken away
from his mother to be the doorman for the coach of one of the ministers of
state. His job it was to jump down from the back of the box and open the door
for the minister’s wife. The wife of the minister had a special liking for that boy
because all of her children, all three of them, had died just after they were
born.
3629. His name was Alexis, and it was the special delight of
the minister’s wife to design all his uniforms and hve them made by her own
personal tailor. There was not just one of these uniforms but several, yellow with
gold trim, dark blue with crimson stripe down the leg, and that sort of thing.
Whenever these new clothes were delivered she would call for Alexis, and then,
with the assistance of the tailor and her maid, she would dress him up like a
favorite doll.
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