The Tin Soldier
Jean`s mind, as she worked, was on those long white hands of Hilda`s. Her own hands had short fingers like her father`s. Her mother`s hands had been slender and
Jean`s mind, as she worked, was on those long white hands of Hilda`s. Her own hands had short fingers like her father`s. Her mother`s hands had been slender and transparent. Hilda`s hands were not slender, they had breadth as well as length, and the skin was thick. Even the whiteness was like the flesh of a fish, pale and flabby. No, there was no beauty at all in Hilda`s hands.
