“Inside was a brightly dressed ballerina. Eva turned the key, and the ballerina erupted into life, pirouetting to a lilting lullaby. The ballerina looked enchanting. “I‘ve had that since I was a little girl.” Clara smiled. “And I think it‘s probably time to pass it on to someone like you. Would you like that, Eva?” Eva smiled, and then her face clouded. “I would like it, but Mamma has told us not to gather anything or take anything home now.” #HF