"O, that is a little cook stove—my sister told me she had one on her mission. See!" and Dell pushed aside a faded cretonne curtain. "Here are all the dishes and cooking utensils. We prepare our own meals, you know."
"Not in our bed-room, surely!" exclaimed Betty.
"Why, of course we do!" laughed Dell. "You don't seem to know much about missionaries' ways. Even the Elders have to live this way."
Betty felt ashamed to have expressed her feelings so, but she was ready to do anything for her mission work.
"I hope that you won't think me fussy," she said apologetically, "I'm willing to do anything for my mission. But it does seem strange at first, doesn't it?"
"It surely does," replied Dell, "and I guess you'll think of your roomy Ephraim home many times when you are eating, sleeping, and studying in one little coop like this."
"But we won't be in it much, will we?"
"That's the big part of it—we won't," laughed Dell.
The two girls got into bed and then thought of the gas.
"Betty, I don't understand gas-jets,—will you put it out?"