"I shall have to do what turns up first, I suppose."
"Why not go out as a missionary to Syria, as the Burches are always coaxing you to? The Board would pay your expenses."
"I can't make up my mind to be a missionary," Rebecca answered. "I 'm not good enough in the first place, and I don't 'feel a call,' as Mr. Burch says you must. I would like to do something for somebody and make things move, somewhere, but I don't want to go thousands of miles away teaching people how to live when. I have n't learned myself. It is n't as if the heathen really needed me; I 'm sure they'll come out all right in the end."
"I can't see how; if all the people who ought to go out to save them stay at home as we do," argued Emma Jane.
"Why, whatever God is, and wherever He is, He must always be there, ready and waiting. He can't move about and miss people. It may take the heathen a little longer to find Him, but God will make allowances, of course. He knows if they live in such hot climates it must make them lazy and slow; and the parrots and tigers and snakes and bread-fruit trees distract their minds; and having no books, they can't think as well; but they 'll find God somehow, some time."
"What if they die first?" asked Emma Jane.
"Oh, well, they can't be blamed for that; they
