"What do you think!" she said. "Rosa Stevenson's grownup sister is going away next month to be a missionary!" "_Is_ she really?" exclaimed Marty. "Yes; going to Japan, and Miss Agnes has asked her to come to the meeting next Saturday and tell us about it." The news spread, and the next Saturday every one of the Twigs was there, gazing with wide-open eyes at the fair young girl who was going so far from home to carry the gospel to her ignorant sisters. Sitting there with tearful Rosa's hand clasped in hers, she told the girls that when she was studying in college, God had put it into her heart to carry the tidings of his salvation to the people who knew him not. She said that though it was very hard to leave home and friends, she felt it was her duty and privilege to go, and she was thankful that the way was open for her. Then she showed them on the map what city she was going to, and told them something of the school in which she was to teach. She promised to write to the band some time, and in closing she earnestly appealed to them to do all they could for missions. "Even be ready to go yourself if God calls you," she said. "When I was a little girl in a mission-band, saving up pennies and learning about these foreign lands, I never thought that one day I should be going to teach the girls of one of these countries and try to win them to Christ. So there may be some among you whom God will call to this work, and I hope none of you will slight his call, but be ready to do his will in this matter as in all others." Marty was very deeply impressed by what Miss Stevenson said. She thought it would be a grand thing to go away off as a missionary. She wondered if God would call her to go. She hoped he would. Only she would not wish to go to such a civilized country as Japan; the very worst part of Africa or the wildest part of Asia would be what she would choose. Her mind was so full of the subject that she did not want to talk about anything else, or to talk at all, and was glad that Edith was going to her aunt Julia's from the meeting, so she could walk home alone. She concluded that as soon as she reached home, she would go into her room and pray that she might be a missionary. Then she could not wait until she got home, and being on a quiet street, she slipped behind a tree-box and offered this little prayer: "Dear Lord, if missionaries are still needed by the time I grow up, I pray thee let me be one. For Jesus Christ's sake. Amen." She walked in home very soberly for her, and going directly to her mother, asked, "Mamma, should you like me to go away over the seas and be a missionary?" "No, indeed!" said her mother emphatically. "I should not like it at all. You mustn't think of such a thing." "But if God calls me to go?" said Marty, with quivering lip. It would be hard, after all, to leave this dear home. She scarcely knew whether she wanted her prayer answered or not.