Dr. Cadman smiled down on her.
"Wise little head! Suppose I should tell you that my church was the true church?"
Betty looked up seriously.
"You're too good to say what you don't mean," she answered quietly.
Dr. Cadman flushed as he replied, "Betty Emmit, you have an uncomfortable way of reading one's thoughts. Child that you are, you're right. I belong to a church that I don't care a great deal about. I'm interested in God and nature, but I'm not interested in church."
Betty's little thoughtful frown reappeared.
"How can you be interested in God and not in his work?"
The young man smiled. "Girlie, you're not on a mission yet, but when you come, I'll promise to discuss everything. I wouldn't argue with you now,—my last desire would be to influence as great a faith as yours. Keep it—just as long as you can. I wish that I possessed half as good."
Betty's eyes shone.
"O, I hope that you will. It's wonderful to feel sure and safe about everything that you believe. If you think I'm so young, it's no use talking. But I'll remember your promise when I come to New York."