51.   That night her father sat on the edge of her bed and stroked her hair, as if she were still a little girl.

52.   The classroom was almost empty, save for a cluster of little girls who sat at one table rolling and pummeling clay.

53.   The little girl clutched onto his hand.

54.   The little girl coming from her direction offers the other, much thinner one, a bowl filled with bread and fruit.

55.   The little girl lit another match.

56.   The little girl never left my mind.

57.   The little girl seemed speechless with terror.

58.   The little girl struggled to buckle her shoes.

59.   The little girl was skipping down the street.

60.   The little girl was standing up, reciting a poem.