thought was greatly perverted?"

"I should think I would."

"Well, Mother Eve was the true expression of the Divine Artist's
creative thought, and the woman we saw was the perversion of it.
You can trace no evil thing to the source of all good. Perfection
is not the author of imperfection."

"Who does the perverting, then?" asked Lottie.

"Evil."

"I don't think it fair that one face and form should be perverted
into hideousness, and mother left with something of the first
perfection."

"Evil is never fair, Miss Marsden."

"But is it only evil? I have heard plain children told, when
resenting their ugliness, that it was wicked, for they were just
as God made them."

"Can you think of a better way to make a young girl hate God than
to tell her that?"

"But suppose it's true."

"I am sure it is not. Just the opposite is true. The ugly
and deformed are as evil has marred them, and not as God has made