"So you are the 'Mormon' missionary," he said, pleasantly. "I'm glad to meet Miss Esterbrook's friend," he added, "Be seated, please."
"Yes," said Betty in calm, happy tones, "My friend says that you would like to hear something of 'Mormonism.'"
Dr. McLeod cleared his throat.
"Well, not exactly that, my dear young lady. What I know of it, doesn't make me feel very anxious to know any more. I thought, may be, I might show you the error of belonging to such a church, and make your life happier."
For a moment Betty was speechless. She had joyously expected a man eager to learn. She felt weak in the presence of this learned man. Her heart sent up a little silent prayer, and suddenly she felt a great calm strength.
"Dr. McLeod," she said kindly without hesitation; "no minister has anything better to give a 'Mormon' than what he, or she, possesses. The restored Gospel is the greatest glory in the world today. I have come to tell you about it."
Dr. McLead colored with annoyance.
"I presume, Miss Emmit, you are about nineteen or twenty?"
"Yes."
"And you come to teach a minister of thirty years' experience on religious matters?"