My Sister And My Brother, Of Whom

I Still Have In My Memory, Almost Agonizing Impressions Of A Serious Illness Which I Had When I Was About Eight Years Old. Those About Me Called It Scarlet Fever, And Its Very Name Seemed To Have A Diabolical Quality.

Unlike Most Other Children, - Especially Unlike Those Of Today - Who Are Eager To Become Men And Women As Speedily As Possible, I Had A Terror Of Growing Up, Which Became More And More Accentuated As I Grew Older.

I Am Surprised That I Cannot Recall Whether My Desire To Become A Minister Transformed Itself Into A Wish To Lead The More Militant Life Of Missionary, By A Slow Process Or Suddenly.

Egypt, The Egypt Of Antiquity, At A Later Time, Exercised A Mysterious Fascination Over Me. I Recognized A Picture Of It Immediately, Without Hesitation And Astonishment, In An Illustrated Magazine.

My Emotions Lose Their Force When I Endeavor To Interpret Them, And My Words Seem Very Inept.