_Roger_: "Does he work for us or for the Mission?" _Mrs. Stott_: "He is his father’s assistant in the Carpentering school; but he’s too much given to larking with the boys, who look upon him as a kind of hero. Of course, he speaks their language almost as if it came natural to him. His real bent is for Natural History ... that’s the only excuse for his sport. We sell the collections he makes to the Germans. One of your mining engineers has taught him photography. He takes wonderful pictures of wild life. We posted some home to the _Graphic_, and with the money they paid, Edgar sent to Unguja and bought himself a snap-shot camera.... Am I keeping you from your work?" _Roger_: "You are: but we don’t often meet nowadays for a talk. Let’s thrash this matter out. Well?" _Mrs. Stott_: "Well, I was going on to say, with all this Edgar’s mind is turning away from religion. We have hard work to get him to attend our services... He even shocked his father the other day by saying he was sick of the Bible.... I say, ’even,’ because ever since my dear James has been getting up these industrial schools you were so keen on, he has become less and less spiritually minded, more and more interested in the material things of this world. He only _pretends_ to care for the Second Coming of Christ ... just to please me. He is much more interested in his new turning lathe" ... (dabs her eyes and blows her nose). "His prayers have become very trite. If it wasn’t for my daughters...." _Roger_: "Let me see: you have two daughters out here—Pretty girls.... They must be growing up...." _Mrs. Stott_: "Yes. Carrie’s nearly nineteen; and Lulu is sixteen. We called her ’Luisa,’ not from the English name, but because ’Luisa’ means ’darkness’ in Kagulu, and when she was born she had dark hair and dark eyes ... she’s fairer now.... And the way, then, seemed dark before us.... I was very ill at the time...." _Roger_: "And then the eldest of all is at home, I mean in England....?" Mrs. Stott: "Yes. Rosamund, named after me. She’s a school teacher in Ireland, and practically a stranger to us. That’s one of the sorrows of our life out here. Not that we haven’t many blessings to counter-balance it—I’m sure the way we’ve kept our health in the Happy Valley—But we have either to send our children away to England or Australia, or bring them up here, with many disadvantages, it would be a pity to bring Rosamund away from a career where she is doing very well...." _Roger_: "Quite so. Well then, we have only to deal with Carrie as a possible wife to one of our young men...." _Mrs. Stott_: "As a matter of fact, Riemer proposed to her a few months ago. But Carrie is very particular; and besides, she wouldn’t marry a German...." _Roger_: "What nonsense! In what way are they inferior to Englishmen or Australians? I’m sure Riemer..." _Mrs. Stott_ (tightening her lips): "Not to be thought of. Riemer is an avowed atheist..."