"Poor child! I suppose she must know the truth, Dr. McLeod," she said sweetly.
Dr. McLeod turned to Betty seriously.
"Mrs. Catt is our lecturer for the afternoon. If you will resume your seat, Miss Emmit, we will begin!"
Betty dropped the woman's hands and looked from one to the other blankly.
"I don't understand—you don't mean—"
"Mrs. Catt is to lecture now on 'Mormonism,'" said Dr. McLeod, a trifle impatiently.
Betty grasped the table with a tight clinch and faced Mrs. Catt with a face as white as death.
"You don't mean that you would talk against us?" she gasped.
Dr. McLeod hastily crossed the platform and took Betty's arm.
"Come, Miss Emmit, this is no time nor place for personalities. See! the congregation is wondering now. Don't abuse the privilege I am giving you."