now, but it has always been curly. I am afraid I used to be very
vain, for I loved to stand and smile at myself in the mirror simply
because I liked my yellow curls and was fascinated with my own smile.
No one told me I was vain, for Mother died when I was a baby, and
even my governess laughed to see me worship my own reflection. When
I was twelve years old, Father engaged a governess who was different
from the others. She was a widow and had to support herself. She was
highly educated and one of the sweetest women I have ever known. When
she took charge of me I was a vain, stupid little tyrant, but she
soon made me over. She remained with me until I entered a prep
school, then an uncle whom she had never seen died and left her some
money. She's coming to Overton to see me some day. Overton is her
Alma Mater, too."

"You are next, Grace," nodded Ruth.

"There isn't much to tell about me," began Grace. "I was the tomboy
of Oakdale. I loved to climb trees and play baseball and marbles. I
was thin as a lath and like live wire. My face was rather thin, too,
and I remember I cried a whole afternoon because a little girl at
school called me 'saucer-eyes.' There wasn't a suspicion of curl in
my hair, and I wore it in two braids. I never thought much about
myself, because I was always too busy. I was forever falling in with
suspicious looking characters and bringing them home to be fed.
Mother used to throw up her hands in despair at the acquaintances I
made. Then, too, I had a propensity for bestowing my personal
possessions on those who, in my opinion, needed them. Mother and I
were not always of the same opinion. I wore my everyday coat to
church for a whole winter as a punishment for having given away my
best one without consulting her. With me it was a case of act first