Friday, March 25, 2011

Breakfast in Rome

During my first days in Rome I obtained a bag of these small Spanish oranges, little suspecting how popular they would prove once Mabel Watson Payne had arrived. She could not exactly eat them, but she could think about it. And they made wonderful raw material for her new and refined grasping technique where both-hands-work-together. A baby paragon, there is no other word for her. From the very first morning sitting down to breakfast in that attractive bib-and-pajamas combo, she was full of sparks and wit, with no sign that the long flight had thrown her off in any way.