Six-year-old Connie broke her nose. Pa couldn’t afford a doctor, so it was left alone. From that day, nobody saw anything but her bent and flattened nose.
Other girls were bought flowers and ribbons. But not Connie, who smiled her lopsided smile and got on with life.
The day a tongue-tied sheepherder arrived at the back door with a bunch of cornflowers and put them in her hands she blushed rosily.
“Why me?” she asked.
“Your eyes,” he whispered, “are as blue and kind as a summer sky.”
Their daughter had blue eyes – and a tiny nose.
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