From the Relief Society Magazine, May 1960 –
By Dorothy S. Romney
Helga hummed a small tune as she went about the task of putting fresh linen on young Mrs. Sturm’s bed. It wasn’t that she was so happy that early afternoon, but more to keep up her courage, that she sang.
She stopped for a moment in front of the open window to view the landscape, now bright with spring blossoms. Spring is spring, she thought, and saw the daffodils nod their agreement in the slight breeze – and always just as new every year.
Her thoughts came back to her present problems. She had taken this case with misgivings.