They are pitiless in their avarice and their malice, their utterance is like concealed knives coveting blood. They complain and confront, they doubt and despair, their altercations know no bound.
Let them behold your innocent face, little one, and learn the purpose of all things; let them love you and hence learn to love each other. Go and stand in the midst of their disapproving hearts, little angel and let your tender glance be the forgiving grace they need.