He was a rounded and curved creature--not an angle anywhere about him; his chin was a dimple, his lips rose-buds, his eyes sapphires; his little head was a mass of tangled golden curls; sunshine seemed to kiss him all over--hair, eyes, lips, even to the small pink toes--for he had pulled off his shoes and stockings, which were held tightly in two fat hands.  He was full of heart-sunshine too, for his gay voice babbled continually, saying words, to our deaf ears meaningless, but which, doubtless, the angels understood very well.