To me, your face is all like this"-- and she softly kissed, in turn, the woman's unmarred cheek.

"Whatever made the marks, I know that they are not dishonorable.

So I never think of them at all, but see only the beautiful side--which is really you, you know." "No,"-- answered Myra Willard, gently,--"my scars are not dishonorable.

But the world does not see with your pure eyes, dear child.

The world sees only the ugly, disfigured side of my face.