LITTLE LOTTE | Papa Daaé and Christine
But their great treat was, in the twilight, in the great silence of the evening…when Daae came and sat down by them on the roadside and, in a low voice, as though fearing lest he should frighten the ghosts whom he evoked, told them the legends of the land of the North.
“Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was golden as the sun’s rays and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes. She…took great care of her little red shoes and her fiddle, but most of all loved, when she went to sleep, to hear the Angel of Music.”