"I wonder if it's for me?" he said. "Go and see," said his wife. He went into the passage and opened the door. "Murray?" said the telegraph-boy, and, on being answered "Yes," handed a reply-paid telegram. The minister's fingers trembled so, he could scarcely tear the envelope open. He took the telegram in to his wife and read it aloud:-- "_Can you supply Upton Chapel on Sunday next? Letter to follow._" That was all, with the name and address of the sender appended. Both the minister and his wife knew the Upton Chapel, and perceived at once that that was the most hopeful thing that had happened to them for more than a year. "_Yes_," wrote the minister on the reply-form, which he handed to the telegraph-boy. "Thank God for that, Mary," said he, when he returned to her. "Now I can send you and Jim away for at least a week! Thank God, my dear!" He kissed her, and then set himself in his agitation to walk up and down the little room. "That will mean five pounds for us, I believe; I don't want to count the fee I shall get, but I can't help it now. It's a rich congregation, and I think I must get that. And, Mary," he went on, "what if they should ask me to be their minister? You know they are without one. Perhaps the 'letter to follow' will say something. Upton is a beautiful, bracing suburb, and Jim--our own little Jim!"--and he raised him in his arms--"would get strong there!" "Ah, my dear," said his wife, "it is too tempting. I am afraid to hope. But I am sure when once they hear you they will like you. Now let us think: what sermons will you take?" II. The "letter to follow" came by a late post, but it was only a fuller and politer version of the telegram. It hoped that Mr. Murray would be able to give the Upton congregation the pleasure of listening to him, it apologised for the short notice (it was then Friday), and it invited the minister to dine with the writer on Sunday. It thus gave no hint that the eye of the Upton congregation might be on Mr. Murray, but at the same time it did not completely dash the hope that it might be. On Saturday the minister sat down and wrote one sermon expressly for the occasion, and with that and another in his pocket he set off on Sunday morning to fulfil his engagement with some trepidation.