I LOOKED at myself in the mirror. "Today, Susie, you are going to be beautiful/' It was really a rather doubtful hope. A round, baby-fat face stared back. Silver clippies held curls away from my face, and when I smiled I could blind somebody if the sun hit my braces right. But I had decided. Today I was going to be beautiful...
Sketch: Vol. 37
, Article 12.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol37/iss6/12