"He's terrible," said Emma Jane, "but awfully wizened and small." "It's only a twelve hundred dollar mortgage," said Rebecca, "and that's called a small one. John saw a man once that was mortgaged for twelve thousand." "Shall you be a writer or an editor?" asked Emma Jane presently, as if one had only to choose and the thing were done. "I shall have to do what turns up first, I suppose." "Why not go out as a missionary to Syria, as the Burches are always coaxing you to? The Board would pay your expenses." "I can't make up my mind to be a missionary," Rebecca answered. "I'm not good enough in the first place, and I don't 'feel a call,' as Mr. Burch says you must. I would like to do something for somebody and make things move, somewhere, but I don't want to go thousands of miles away teaching people how to live when I haven't learned myself. It isn't as if the heathen really needed me; I'm sure they'll come out all right in the end." "I can't see how; if all the people who ought to go out to save them stay at home as we do," argued Emma Jane. "Why, whatever God is, and wherever He is, He must always be there, ready and waiting. He can't move about and miss people. It may take the heathen a little longer to find Him, but God will make allowances, of course. He knows if they live in such hot climates it must make them lazy and slow; and the parrots and tigers and snakes and bread-fruit trees distract their minds; and having no books, they can't think as well; but they'll find God somehow, some time." "What if they die first?" asked Emma Jane. "Oh, well, they can't be blamed for that; they don't die on purpose," said Rebecca, with a comfortable theology. In these days Adam Ladd sometimes went to Temperance on business connected with the proposed branch of the railroad familiarly known as the "York and Yank 'em," and while there he gained an inkling of Sunnybrook affairs. The building of the new road was not yet a certainty, and there was a difference of opinion as to the best route from Temperance to Plumville. In one event the way would lead directly through Sunnybrook, from corner to corner, and Mrs. Randall would be compensated; in the other, her interests would not be affected either for good or ill, save as all land in the immediate neighborhood might rise a little in value.