"Yes."
"Well, the Master—"
"He said—"
"Yes—preach the gospel to every creature! I suppose that meant Injuns and all."
"Yes—he said 'teach'—so the schoolmaster explained it."
"Did he? Well, I ought to obey it in spirit—hadn't I?—or at least not hinder others. I might help you teach it if I could get into the right spirit. But what put that thought into your head?"
"Mrs. Spaulding, the missionary, has been to visit the school. She sang so beautifully! These were the words:
"'In the desert let me labor,
On the mountain let me tell.'
"When she sung that, it all came to me—what I was—what I was sent into the world to do—what was the cause of your loving me and bringing me out here—I saw a plan in it all. Then, too, it came to me that you would at first not see the calling as I do, but that you would say nevertheless, and help me, and that we would work together, and do some good in the world, you and I. Oh! I saw it all."
"Gretchen, did you see all that? Do you think that the spirit has eyes, and that they see true? But how could I begin? The Injuns all hate me."