friend. Her friend was so horribly deformed that my first feeling was almost of recoil, my next of pity. Entirely helpless, she sat day after day in the wheelchair friends had given her. But though her bodily condition made a prison from which there was no escape, her mind was alert, and her spirit was that of a singing bird. This I could not understand at the time. As my understanding grew, I came to know there was an indwelling presence which enabled her to live far above and beyond that poor room. She had accepted her lot, and instead of bitterness, she found a strength and a joy that brought to her friends from all walks of life.