Few children can eat when excited with the thoughts of a journey; nor could I. Bessie, having pressed me in vain to take a few spoonfuls of the boiled milk and bread she had prepared for me, wrapped up some biscuits in a paper and put them into my bag; then she helped me on with my pelisse and bonnet, and wrapping herself in a shawl, she and I left the nursery.
Rari sono i bimbi che possano mangiare prima di mettersi in viaggio, neppur io poteva. Bessie mi pregò di buttar giù una o due cucchiaiate di pappa col latte che mi aveva prima preparato.