A Sunday school teacher went over to visit one of her new pupils named Katrine, one summer's afternoon. The family had immigrated only five years earlier from the "home country". The mother was warm and friendly, even her house exuded hospitality. What was most impressive though was the woman's constant references to her husband. Whenever there was a lull in the conversation a little 4 year old boy would ask, "Is it almost time for papa to come home?" Later, the other children came in from school, greeted me politely and went to their chores. The oldest daughter said, "I'm going to start some of Papa's favorite muffins for supper," as she headed for the kitchen. As the teacher got up to leave, Katrine asked, "Can't you wait a small moment and meet papa?" By this time the teacher was very curious about this remarkable man who commanded such love and respect from all his family. The shock of meeting Papa was almost too much for the teacher. Instead of a well-dressed man of brilliant speech, a small man, twisting nervously at his mustache and talking in the broken accent of his native tongue, greeted "the teacher of his leetle Katrina." For some time the teacher pondered the mystery of this man's place in his home. Suddenly it dawned on her. It's not who or what the father is personally, but the mother's attitude toward him that makes all the difference. A husband can only take their proper place at the head of the house when wives respect and honor their wishes, thereby giving our children the desire to do likewise.

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