She drew Marty to the side of the carriage where this lady was, and said in a low voice, "Mrs. Thurston, this is the little girl I told you of--the Missionary Twig who doesn't leave her missionary zeal at home when she goes away in vacation." The lady smiled affectionately as she pressed Marty's hand, and said, "I am glad to meet such an earnest little comrade." "Oh! but you don't know," protested Marty. "I came very near forgetting the whole thing. Indeed, it went out of my head altogether from Tuesday till Sunday." The ladies laughed, and Miss Fanny said, "Mrs. Thurston was a missionary in India for many years, Marty, and would be there yet if she was able." "India!" exclaimed Marty, with wide-open eyes. "In Lahore!" She had heard more about Lahore than any other place, and to her it seemed like the principal city in India. "Oh, no!" replied Mrs. Thurston. "Far from there, hundreds of miles. Lahore, you know, is in Northern India, in the part known as the Punjab, while my home was in the extreme south near a city called Madura. Are you especially interested in Lahore?" "Yes, ma'am. It's where our band sends its money. We have a school there. That is, we pay the teacher. It is one of those little schools in a room rented from a poor woman, who does her work in one corner while the school is going on, and the teacher is a native." "Ah, yes; I understand." "Mrs. C---- is the missionary who superintends it, along with a lot of other schools. Do you know her?" "No, but I have seen her name in the missionary papers." "Did you have some of those little schools when you were a missionary, Mrs. Thurston?" Marty inquired. "Yes, I did some school work, but more zenana work." "What is zenana work?" Just then Mrs. Thurston noticed that preparations were being made to drive on, so she merely replied, "Come down to the village and see me, and we will have a good missionary talk." "Thank you ever so much," said Marty. "I do hope mamma will let me go." Evaline was quite overcome when she learned that Mrs. Thurston was a "real live missionary," and said, "She's the first one I ever saw. I wonder if they're all as nice as that." After consultation with her mother, Marty decided to give half her "flower money"--which altogether amounted to eighty cents--to the mountain band, and keep the other half for the home band. "Because, you see, this is all out-and-out missionary money; there's no tithing to be done," she said. Evaline never felt so large in her life as she did when going to the band meeting the next Sunday, with her eighty cents ready to hand to Hugh Campbell. The Saturday following that memorable Thursday, Miss Fanny and Miss Mary again presented themselves at the farmhouse, where they were welcomed like old friends. After some pleasant chat, and a lunch of gingerbread and fresh buttermilk, Miss Fanny said,