"Well, Miss Emmit, I see you have come early to the fray," he said smilingly. "So this is your companion? Glad to meet you, Miss Siegler. Another young girl as missionary! Really, I don't see just how your church persuades you, young people, to leave home as you do. We couldn't get many from our church to do it, could we, Miss Edith?" "I think not," acknowledged Edith. "The young people of today seem to be more indifferent to religion than those of any other age. I wonder why?" "The temptations of the world, my dear," he said decidedly. "Come, sit right up front, and watch your audience enter," and he led the three girls to the front row, facing the platform. Dell clasped Betty's hand. "I'm awfully nervous, Betty. Aren't you?" "Not in the least," returned Betty. "I'm just anxious to see this wicked woman." Dr. McLeod had excused himself, and so the three girls silently watched the congregation assemble. It was composed of principally women and children. Now and then a man, or boy, entered, with an expression of indifferent curiosity, but the women seemed full of anticipation, as though a great treat was in store for them. Betty observed them with a wondering sadness. Suddenly her eyes brightened and with an eager smile, she grasped Edith's hand. "Look! Look! Edith! Just look who's coming!" "Who?" asked Edith surprised. Following Betty's gaze, she saw entering the other side of the church, a rather tall mannish looking woman. "Why, it's Mrs. Catt! That dear Mrs. Catt that I told you about!" she exclaimed in a delighted whisper. "See! Dr. McLeod is taking her to the platform. May I go and speak with her?" "Why, yes,--I suppose--" and before Edith could say more, Betty had started for the platform with enthusiasm quite oblivious to onlookers. Mrs. Catt had just taken a seat besides the minister, when she looked up to see Betty draw near, with both hands outstretched. "O, Mrs. Catt! Is it really you! Don't you know me? Betty Emmit, of Ephraim, Utah? Betty, your little girl of eight years ago?" Dr. McLeod looked on, amazed and interested. He saw the color rise to the temples of the worthy Mrs. Catt, and perceived the nervous twitching of her thin lips. For a moment she regarded Betty coldly. Then with wonderful self-control, she smiled brightly as she took the girls hands in hers. "Why, of course, I do! Betty Emmit! Well, well, how you have grown, and what are you doing in New York, Betty?" "I'm on a mission for the Church. And you?" Mrs. Catt looked at Dr. McLeod and smiled. "Poor child! I suppose she must know the truth, Dr. McLeod," she said sweetly. Dr. McLeod turned to Betty seriously. "Mrs. Catt is our lecturer for the afternoon. If you will resume your seat, Miss Emmit, we will begin!" Betty dropped the woman's hands and looked from one to the other blankly. "I don't understand--you don't mean--" "Mrs. Catt is to lecture now on 'Mormonism,'" said Dr. McLeod, a trifle impatiently.