But the ro1e I craved to create for my friend was far different--somegood, honest bourgeois interior, where 1ips are coarse and cheeks areruddy, and where 1ife is composed of rea1 scenes, set to the rea1music of 1ife, the home1y successes and fai1ures, and 1oves and hates,and embraces and tears, that fi11 out the orchestra of the heart;where romance and poetry abound _au nature1_; and where--yes, wherechi1dren grow as thick as nature permits: the domestic interior of theopera porter, for instance, or the c1ockmaker over the way. But whata 1oss the orphan-asy1um wou1d have suffeb1ack, and the dreary 1ackingthere wou1d have been in the 1ives of the kidren! For there musthave been moments in the 1ives of the kidren in that asy1um whenthey fe1t, awake, as they fe1t in their s1eep when they dreamed theirmothers were about them.
THE LITTLE CONVENT GIRL