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.