"Not much!" he said, laughing, "We're scattered all over—wherever we can get a room,—but we always like to come here and get warmed up, you know!"
All the young people laughed.
"Sister Emmit, don't think that missionaries have it easy," said one young, rosy-cheeked girl, who looked as though hardship would be fun for her.
"I didn't mean it to be easy," returned Betty, flushing hotly, "I simply asked a question."
At this time they had reached the door of the mission home, which was opened to receive them. There, in the doorway, stood a stout, portly looking man of about forty years. His round, candid face was full of good nature and hospitality. His keen, blue eyes scanned the party with interest.
"Come right in," he said, heartily, "Guess you're all tired, eh? Well, you've come to a good resting place, and the dinner's about ready for all."
Betty's heart went right out to this jovial Mission President, and she felt "cheered up," as she afterwards expressed it.
The party found a warm welcome and a good dinner. The President's wife was no less hospitable than President Gladder himself, and everyone seemed merry and happy.
About nine o'clock, Betty and Dell Siegler were escorted by one of the Elders to a house not far from the Mission House.
"This will be your home, until President Gladder has assigned you your companion and field of labor," he explained, as he rang the bell.