"And what's your brain taking on now, child?"
She sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at her mother with wide, serious eyes.
"When I get old enough, will you let me go on a mission, mamma?"
"Well, of all things to keep you awake! If the Church calls you, of course you'll go, provided we don't go bankrupt before then."
"You really mean it, mamma?" cried Betty delightedly.
"Yes. Run away now and get to sleep as soon as you can."
Betty stooped, kissed her mother impulsively, and was gone.
When she reached her own bed-room, she knelt down and folded her hands in prayer.
"Dear Lord," she said, "please tell the Church to call me on a mission, and keep mamma's money safe. Amen."
Then she jumped into bed, and was soon asleep.