I am beloved by little children; when they see me come they run to me and tug upon my tunic, and grasp my legs about with tiny arms. If they have gathered flowers, all are mine; if they have caught a beetle, they place it in my hand; if they have nothing, they fondle me and make me sit before them. Then they kiss me on the cheek, they rest their little heads upon my breasts; they supplicate me with their shining eyes.