the farmer has a nine-year-old daughter she had a cradle for one of her dolls
and she hung this cradle inside her wardrobe for me to sleep in, to be safe from the rats.
her name was glumdalclitch, and she gave me the name of grildrig.
she made little clothes for me and gave me lessons every day in the language of her country.
she was very kind to me, and i was only able to survive in that country because of her care and affection towards me.