The daughter of the family, Katie, was older than I, an accomplished seamstress who helped me sew my first garment, a pull-over apron, and showed me how to scallop the neckline of a linen blouse.

These trembling children have at least this consolation—that never, in their after lives, no, not when poison-gas blinds and chokes them, not when their wives betray them, not when men scorn them and spit upon them, will they know again such terror, despair and loneliness as in the happy carefree schooldays of their youth.

The pace slackened.

Alligatoring is a result of the sun making the top surface of the asphalt brittle.