"He certainly answered prayer for me this morning, and I’ll trust Him for all the future." Thus, Roger Franklyn, medical student, was "transformed"; and, in the course of a few days, he returned to his work at St. Adrian’s, filled with a new purpose, governed by one desire, and one only, namely, to consecrate his service henceforth unto the Lord. Mr. and Mrs. Drury’s hearts were filled with thanksgiving when they heard of his conversion, and a smile irradiated Leslie Herschel’s face when he was told of one result, at any rate, of his claim for service. And Elsa: who can describe Elsa’s joy, when, late that Sunday evening as her brother bade her "good-night" at Rocklands gate, he bent down and whispered his news in her ear? He knew well enough which of his twin sisters would be the one to rejoice with him, for Elsa’s brave efforts to live a consistent Christian life in her own home had not been unobserved by her eldest brother. "Oh, Roger, darling, how splendid!" and she clung tenderly to him. "_How_ glad mamma will be when she hears; she has been praying for you so long. And I have, too," she added shyly. "Dear little sister," he murmured, as he stooped and kissed her forehead. "Go on praying, Elsa, not only for me, but for Dick, and Olive, and the others." Monica was strangely subdued all that Sunday. Twice Mrs. Beauchamp enquired if she were not well, but she replied that nothing ailed her. Elsa, who felt sure that she had been, in some way, influenced by the sermon, tried to muster sufficient courage to speak to her about it; but no opportunity occurred. Olive seemed determined never to leave Monica’s side for a moment. So persistent was she, that even Monica grew cross once, and said pettishly, "Do be quiet for a bit, Olive, I want to read." But if any one had taken the trouble to watch her movements, they would have seen that she rarely turned a page, although she appeared to be absorbed in her story. In reality, Monica was thinking; good and evil were striving for the mastery within her, and she did not seem able to come to any decision. She longed to become a Christian, in her inmost heart, but something seemed to bar the way. At first, she could not think what the obstacle could be; but before she had lain down to rest that night, she knew that it was her friend, Olive, who was hindering her from taking the decisive step. Olive had said, "Oh, Monica, don’t!" and although she knew that she was acting worse than foolishly, Monica decided not to make the great choice just then! *CHAPTER XVI.* *"DO BE CAREFUL, GIRLS."* "Hurrah! Three cheers for mumsie!" cried Amethyst excitedly, one morning. "What’s up now?" enquired her brother, in a provokingly calm tone. "Why, we’re all going for a picnic to Gullane Head, father as well, for the whole day. Isn’t it scrumptious?" And she danced about him in great glee.