I was ill at school when you first appeared to me.

It was a poem in a magazine.

It was so full of the spirit of joyousness, so full of kindliness, so rich in faith and hope, that I cried over it, cut it out and treasured it, and re-read it often in the lonely hours when things discouraged me,--things which mean so little to women but so much to girls.

Two years went by, and then came that brave book! It was like coming across a half-forgotten friend.

I actually ran home with it, and sat up all night to complete it.