from her body. A greater loneliness than I had ever known swept over me. I carried her to my room, placed her gently on my bed and lay down to her. I spent that night with her in an neat unhappiness so gr at that I could not talk about it even to my The duckling refused to eat or drink and died early the next morning James and I put her in a hole under the magnolia tree in the garden. The tree was covered with flowers. Even today, every time I smell the sweet smell of magnolias I experience again a terrible feeling of sadness.