第4期

But the roses-they were loveliest of all.

Never have I found in the greenhouses of the North such heart-satisfying roses as the climbing roses of my southern home.

They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure,

I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of God's garden.

The beginning of my life was simple and much like every other little life.

I came, I saw, I conquered, as the first baby in the family always does.

There was the usual amount of discussion as to a name for me.

The first baby in the family was not to be lightly named, every one was emphatic about that.

My father suggested the name of Mildred Campbell, an ancestor whom he highly esteemed, and he declined to take any further part in the discussion.

My mother solved the problem by giving it as her wish that I should be called after her mother, whose maiden name was Helen Everett.