"Yes I do," she replied. "I joined a band of women in our village and had a machine brought and we all learned to run it. Just try me." As I gave her first easy and then more and more difficult things to do and saw how she did them perfectly, I felt awed at the plainness of God’s leading, for there was only one other Chinese woman, as far as I knew, in our whole Changte field who could run the sewing machine. But again came a test of faith, for when I asked her to stay and help me with the sewing she replied that she must return home on the morrow. Puzzled and disappointed I could only again ask the Lord to undertake, and again I proved His faithfulness. That night a fierce storm, lasting several days, came on, making the roads quite impassable. Mrs. Lu, finding herself storm-tied, gladly gave all her time to me. The roads remained impassable for a whole month, during which time all the sewing was finished and I had not needed to sit down to the machine once! "They shall abundantly utter the memory of Thy great Goodness." *SKETCH IV* *Opening a New Station* Part 1—THE MISSIONARY’S HOME. Part 2—AS RAIN FROM A CLEAR SKY. Part 3—SOWING BEFORE THE STORM. *Opening a New Station* *Part I. THE MISSIONARY’S HOME.* Wee Nell’s eyes had closed at last, and the tired mother rising from the child’s bedside crossed the cement floor to the adjoining room, where a boy of six was busily engaged drawing on a blackboard to the evident delight of his little sister. "My boy," said his mother, "baby has just gone to sleep and must not be disturbed. These constant crowds of women keep her from proper rest, so run out with your little sister to the back compound and play." As the children disappeared, the mother prepared to cut out some little garments, but scarcely had she taken scissors in hand when suddenly she laid them down again, and stood listening. In the distance could be heard the noisy shouts of a band of cotton gleaners. "Would they come in?" she asked herself. Then, as they could be heard sweeping through the front gateway, she pushed her work to one side exclaiming aloud, "Oh, dear, dear, how can I ever get the children’s clothes made! If only a rainy day would come I might get something made." "Patience, patience," her husband’s voice came through the study door. "These crowds will not last indefinitely, so do your best to reach them while you may." Before he had finished speaking his wife’s voice could be heard greeting the crowd in the courtyard. "Please sit down here in the shade and rest, do sit down, see, here are benches and mats," she urged as they crowded about her, a wild unruly mob. "We have come to see," cried a dozen voices at once.