"The first thing I do is make sure every class has a teacher," she whispers in a confidential tone.
Sister Walker intercepts a young kindergarten-aged girl wandering solo through the meetinghouse halls. Taking hold of the girls' hand with grandmotherly tenderness, she leans down as much as her 79-year-old body permits. A brief exchange ascertains the child's name and age while bringing a smile to the small face. Sister Walker ushers the girl to the pertinent class.