The official jotted "American" under the heading of nationality, and said,—
"Where were your parents born?"
"Father hailed from the South—from Virginia." Her face lighted curiously. "His people once owned slaves."
"And your mother?"
The girl's interest in her ancestry flagged. "Pure Shawnee Springs." She flung off the characterization with scorn. "Pure, unadulterated Shawnee Springs."
But the superintendent was now on the alert for the unexpected. "I want plain answers," she admonished. "What has been your religious training?"
"Mixed. Father was an Episcopalian, I think, but he wasn't much of a churchgoer; he preferred the woods. Mother's a Baptist."
"And you?"
"I don't know what I am. I guess God isn't interested in my case."
The official retreated upon her final routine question.