"Yes, indeed!" returned Edith kindly, "Poor child! Alone in this big city where everyone hates the 'Mormons!' I suppose that I would be prejudiced, if you had not talked to me about them."
"You and she have a great deal in common, and I think that you will be very happy to make a real friend of her."
"We'll see. Bring her to me as soon as she comes," replied Edith brightly, and with a friendly good-bye, she left him.
"He seems not to care very much," reflected Edith, as she walked home. "After all, men soon forget," she philosophised, "I didn't want him to suffer, but I thought that he would care a little," she mused with a childish regret, which she hastily overcame with shame at her sudden selfishness.
CHAPTER VII
"Go, Preach the Gospel to all the World."
Ephraim was doing some talking. Everyone loved Betty Emmit—young and old—but some wondered if she would make a good missionary. She was so full of rollicking fun, that it was not easy to imagine her setting down to the strict, sober life of a mission. However, those who knew her well, knew her deep religious nature, which after all was the motive power of her young life and the source of her merry sunshine disposition.
A farewell party was to be given to Betty at the town hall. Posters were everywhere hung, and the admonition was given for every one to be present. The only ones excused would be "tired husbands" who should send money by their wives.
Betty stood reading one of these posters and laughed to herself.
"Whoever wrote that! The very idea! Here's for equal rights!"