Even now, Louise could see the day of Alix’s arrival in her mind. Although she, her sisters, and Mama had waited at Windsor for Alix’s arrival, from the palace windows, Louise had seen the roads of Windsor decorated with banners, lanterns, and riots of color from the flowers. One detail had stood out. “Remember those children from the British Orphan Asylum, who had banners of welcome written in Danish?” “I remember the banners,” Alix mused. “I was very touched.”
