The Lord may be drawing her in His own way.

It is for us to help Him by being kind and making her welcome." At the church door we parted and sat with our teachers, but for the first time as I went down the aisle I was not thinking of my linen dress, my patent leather slippers, and my pretty curls.

It suddenly seemed cheap to me to twist my hair when it was straight as a shingle, and cut my head on tin.

If the Lord had wanted me to have curls, my hair would have been like Sally's.

Seemed to me hers tried to see into what big soft curls it could roll.