I'm a minister's daughter. The fact slips out, you'll note, before my name, but, being a woman, what's in a name? Where there's life there's marriage, truly made in heaven whether or not it works out hereabouts.

I went to a church school, of which my father was a trustee, at half price, and got almost through my first full year, general culture with Bible and Lutheran history thrown in, when I stayed out all night in a car with a fellow named Adam (a name lost, for some reason, on my father).

My father resigned his trusteeship, and I, home in disgrace, missed two periods.