"George." ***** "Well, little Betty, I guess you're almost well now, and I must end this long, pleasant vacation," said Dr. Cadman as they walked along one of Ephraim's country roads. Betty looked up with troubled eyes. "You don't mean you're going to leave us--yet?" "Why girlie, I only intended to stay until you were well! What will all the sick people do in New York?" he asked playfully. But Betty hung her head and walked on in silence. Dr. Cadman loved children and he had learned to love this little "Mormon" girl. He saw her disappointment, and was sorry. "Now Betty, dear," he said, taking her hand tenderly, "We're awfully good friends, aren't we? You know, Uncle Sam has a post-office, and you'll write letters to me and I'll answer everyone,--until we meet again." "Oh, will you?" eagerly asked Betty, looking up with one of her sudden sunny smiles, "It won't be quite so bad then." "And then in a few years," continued Dr. Cadman happily, "there will be a fine young Ephraim lady coming on a mission to New York, and Dr. Cadman will have to introduce her to some well-known people to convert!" Betty clapped her hands--a way she had of expressing great joy. "How wonderful!" she exclaimed, "and you'll have your minister all ready for me to preach 'Mormonism' in his church?" "Not so fast, girlie! Not so fast! Ministers are rather queer when 'Mormonism' is mentioned." A cloud chased Betty's smile away and her brow thoughtfully puckered. "I wonder why?" she said slowly, "and you, Brother Cadman, why are you not a 'Mormon?'" Dr. Cadman hesitated, then said kindly, "Probably for the same reason that you _are_ one." "I don't understand," said Betty. "You were born a '_Mormon_,'" explained Dr. Cadman, "I was born a _Presbyterian_." "I am not a 'Mormon' because I was born one!" said Betty decidedly. "If I did not know that my religion was the true one, I would search until I found the truth." Dr. Cadman smiled down on her. "Wise little head! Suppose I should tell you that my church was the true church?" Betty looked up seriously. "You're too good to say what you don't mean," she answered quietly. Dr. Cadman flushed as he replied, "Betty Emmit, you have an uncomfortable way of reading one's thoughts. Child that you are, you're right. I belong to a church that I don't care a great deal about. I'm interested in God and nature, but I'm not interested in church." Betty's little thoughtful frown reappeared. "How can you be interested in God and not in his work?" The young man smiled. "Girlie, you're not on a mission yet, but when you come, I'll promise to discuss everything. I wouldn't argue with you now,--my last desire would be to influence as great a faith as yours. Keep it--just as long as you can. I wish that I possessed half as good." Betty's eyes shone.