(They are a bit small for me, Mma, she confessed. I think you were right. But I felt great happiness when I wore them, and I shall always remember that. They are such beautiful shoes. Mma Ramotswe laughed. Well, that's the important thing, isn't it, Mma? To feel happiness, and then to remember it. I think that you're right, said Mma Makutsi. Happiness was an elusive thing. It had something to do with having beautiful shoes, sometimes; but it was about so much else. About a country. About a people. About having friends like this.)