Today is my fifteenth birthday.  I am grown-up at last.  Mamma and Pappa invited me to have supper with them.  It felt very strange.  Mamma gave me a toasting fork and a pair of white gloves.  Governess gave me a copy of The Household Compendium- an invaluable guide to all householders- and so of little interest to me.  Cousin Nicholas gave me a photographic camera.
As I was getting into bed, I noticed a small fairy sitting under the wardrobe.  It was crying.  I bent down and picked it up!  It was so upset it hardly seemed to notice or care.  I set it down on the washstand and examined it.  One wing appeared to be broken.  It had little marks on its dress and its wand was bent.

~Angelica at age 15