Why Litte Lotte

Little Lotte let her mind wander
Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dollsor of goblins
or shoes, or of riddles of frocks, those picnics in the attic
or of chocolates
Father playing the violin as we read to each other
Dark stories of the North
No, what I love best, Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed
and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!