A century ago this month, a London engraver's daughter named Kate Greenaway opened her eyes on the world. She soon found it good. Her adult life was a grey, lonely history of work, but she never quite lost the sunlight that filled her head when she was small. Wrote she at 50: "You can go into a beautiful new country if you stand under a large apple tree and look up to the blue sky through the white flowers. . . . I suppose I went to it very young before I could really remember...
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