"Genevieve, Genevieve, please," panted Cordelia. "I want you to do some missionary work for me! Will you?"
Genevieve turned in surprise.
"'Missionary work!' What do you mean?"
Cordelia laughed and colored.
"Well, it's what you did for Mrs. Granger. Reddy told me. He said you called it missionary work—and that 'twas missionary work, too. You know they're to start next week, and they're all so happy over it!"
"Yes, I know," nodded Genevieve; "and I'm so glad!"
"So am I," sighed the other, fervently. "You see, Reddy being my find, so, I felt responsible; and of course I ought to feel that way, too. Just think—what if they weren't happy over it!"
"But they are," smiled Genevieve. "What's the use of 'if-ing' a thing when it just is already?"
"What?" Cordelia's eyes were slightly puzzled. "Oh, I see," she laughed. "What a funny way you do have of putting things, Genevieve Hartley! Why don't you say such things as that in your notes for the magazine?"
"In the magazine?—mercy! Why, Cordelia, they're printed!"