Kristen signed up for a time slot on Wednesday morning, so she would talk to Mrs. Anderson before she got dirty working in the garden at the orphanage. She carefully dressed in her favorite red dress and tied a blue ribbon in her hair. Her white sash completed her ensemble perfectly. She walked the short distance to the seminary, excited about the prospect of meeting with Mrs. Anderson one on one. She’d enjoyed her during the class, but she could tell she’d be a lot more fun in a less formal setting. She knocked on the door, and straightened her dress, making certain there were no wrinkles. Mrs. Anderson opened the door wide, “Come in, Kristen! I’m so glad you’re here.” Kristen took the seat she was offered and sat with her ankles crossed like her mother had taught her, her hands folded politely in her lap. She smiled as she waited for Mrs. Anderson to take her seat. “Are you still feeling positive about the idea of marrying one of our ministers?”
