From a large mahogany desk in the center of the room, a tall, slim young lady arose, and advanced to greet Betty. "I have an appointment with Doctor McLeod," said Betty simply. "Your card, please?" Betty had forgotten her card. "I haven't a card," replied Betty, suddenly feeling chilled at formalities. "My name is Miss Emmit--I'm a 'Mormon' missionary." "O, I will tell Dr. McLeod," said the lady frigidly. And she left the room with a quiet and well trained dignity, that Betty thought matched the furniture. She was ushered into Dr. McLeod's private study. A tall, thin man, with a correspondingly thin face and deep-set, gray eyes, sat writing at his desk, which was littered with papers and books. His high, intellectual forehead was surmounted by an abundance of iron-gray hair. He looked up quickly, as Betty entered, and then eyed her from head to foot with amused surprise. "So you are the 'Mormon' missionary," he said, pleasantly. "I'm glad to meet Miss Esterbrook's friend," he added, "Be seated, please." "Yes," said Betty in calm, happy tones, "My friend says that you would like to hear something of 'Mormonism.'" Dr. McLeod cleared his throat. "Well, not exactly that, my dear young lady. What I know of it, doesn't make me feel very anxious to know any more. I thought, may be, I might show you the error of belonging to such a church, and make your life happier." For a moment Betty was speechless. She had joyously expected a man eager to learn. She felt weak in the presence of this learned man. Her heart sent up a little silent prayer, and suddenly she felt a great calm strength. "Dr. McLeod," she said kindly without hesitation; "no minister has anything better to give a 'Mormon' than what he, or she, possesses. The restored Gospel is the greatest glory in the world today. I have come to tell you about it." Dr. McLead colored with annoyance. "I presume, Miss Emmit, you are about nineteen or twenty?" "Yes." "And you come to teach a minister of thirty years' experience on religious matters?" "No, Dr. McLeod," the girl replied humbly, "I can teach you nothing. You are far more learned than I ever hope to be. But prophecy tells us that in the latter days, God will teach the wise men of the world through the weak. God speaks to you through me. It is His own peculiar way--cannot you understand?" Dr. McLeod smiled. "You have a good tactful way of answering," he said tersely. "Where in the Bible do you find such a prophesy? Please show me." Betty walked over to the big Bible on his desk and turned to I Cor. 1:27. In her clear young voice she read: "But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and the weak to confound the strong." "Well, I declare!" Mr. McLeod said more kindly. "You can hold your own, can't you? Where did you study theology?" "Study theology?" asked Betty surprised. "Yes,--what college do they send their missionaries to, before they come East?"