Often when watching her children she made great efforts to convince herself that she was mistaken, that being their mother she was not impartial; and yet she could not help telling herself that they were charming children, all the six, each in his or her own way, all of them such as are rarely to be met with; and she was happy in them and proud of them.
A menudo, mirando a sus hijos, hacía esfuerzos para convencerse de que se equivocaba y de que, como madre, era parcial al apreciar sus cualidades. Pero, pese a todo, no podía dejar de decirse que tenía unos hijos muy hermosos y que los seis, cada uno en su estilo, eran niños como había pocos.