“In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.

In two straight lines they broke their bread and brushed their teeth and went to bed.

They smiled at the good and frowned at the bad, and sometimes they were very sad.

They left the house at half past nine in two straight lines in rain or shine —

The smallest one was Madeline.”

Thinking of my sweet baby sister today. Read more about her here.