My face was burned with shame. Sitting there and not answering was like begging. And why should I beg? I had done nothing to anybody.

That is what is called the Americanization process. You start out in school with a head full of sense and when you leave, it is full of nonsense.

I was always pleased around Edith and her sisters. They all thought I was pretty, all except Ellen, the baby, and she thought I was “beautiful.

Proud? Proud indeed!” I recoiled from the venom of her attack. “It is a trick! This thing beauty they talk about. Believe me, it is a low trick put out by God self.” Her face was flushed with anger. “He puts meaning into beauty, and reduces the meaning to nothing.

It a boy looked at them, it was because they were the answer to glamour ads. But if it was me...