Evrybodys poor, arent they, Billy?

All the nicest people are, he replied.

Billy was a war baby. He had a message from General Lee congratulating him on being born, and was quite wise. I was only a since-the-war baby.

I climbed on a cricket table and looked at myself in the mahogany-framed glass hanging over Granmunnys dimity dressing table. I decided a girl with a shingled head was utterly, hopelessly ugly, and I wondered why God hadnt made me a boy. What place would there be in the world for an ugly girl?

As a child who grew to womanhood in the years following the war of Aggression on my Southern countrymen, I think I am the one most qualified to write this book.

I have told only one womans experience, however, I have been well known in my time as a writer of Virginia history and its people. I cannot say I am an authority on your heritage and neighbors, but I can say that I am on mine.

Mary Newton Stanard