Betty's hand trembled as she took off the receiver of the phone at the Mission Home. She gave the number of Dr. Cadman's office. After all these years she was going to speak with this friend, her ideal of manhood.
"Is this Dr. Cadman?" she asked of the pleasant "Hello."
"It is," came the answer.
"This is Betty Emmit," replied Betty in dignified tones. "I just arrived in Brooklyn yesterday."
"Why, Betty," came in jovial tones. "I'm real glad to hear your voice. Where are you anyway?"
"At Mission Headquarters. Could you come over to see me?"
"Not until about eight this evening. Will that do?"
"Yes," returned Betty delightedly. "By then I will know just what I'm going to do."
"Very well. Tonight at eight. Good-bye, Betty."
"Good-bye, Dr. Cadman," was returned.