It was my birthday. There were holidays at school on other birthdays--none on mine. There were rejoicings at home on other birthdays, as I knew from what I heard the girls relate to one another--there were none on mine. My birthday was the most melancholy day at home in the whole year.

It was my birthday. There were rejoicings at home on other birthdays, I knew - there were none on mine. My birthday was the most melancholy day at home in the whole year.
