"And then in a few years," continued Dr. Cadman happily, "there will be a fine young Ephraim lady coming on a mission to New York, and Dr. Cadman will have to introduce her to some well-known people to convert!"
Betty clapped her hands—a way she had of expressing great joy.
"How wonderful!" she exclaimed, "and you'll have your minister all ready for me to preach 'Mormonism' in his church?"
"Not so fast, girlie! Not so fast! Ministers are rather queer when 'Mormonism' is mentioned."
A cloud chased Betty's smile away and her brow thoughtfully puckered.
"I wonder why?" she said slowly, "and you, Brother Cadman, why are you not a 'Mormon?'"
Dr. Cadman hesitated, then said kindly, "Probably for the same reason that you are one."
"I don't understand," said Betty.
"You were born a 'Mormon,'" explained Dr. Cadman, "I was born a Presbyterian."
"I am not a 'Mormon' because I was born one!" said Betty decidedly. "If I did not know that my religion was the true one, I would search until I found the truth."