"No. I might have though, if I hadn't met you before. Do you remember one night on Broadway, over two years ago, when you were preaching, a girl stepped up and played the violin for you?"
"Indeed, yes," he replied, quickly. "And you?"
"I was that girl. Your earnestness that night compelled me to believe in your sincerity. I read all your interesting tracts, and wished several times that I could see you again and talk them over."
The missionary gave a big sigh.
"My! You can't possibly realize what a joy it is to meet someone at last who really wants to hear our message. It is like an oasis in a desert. God surely led us here."
"I believe He did," returned Venna, smiling. "But we won't talk now. I have a spare room I wish you to have until you are quite rested for another trip. If you will retire now and wash up a bit, I will get my maid to prepare you a little lunch. You're hungry?"
"We've eaten nothing for two days," said the younger one, trying to smile but looking rather sad at the effort.
"How dreadful!" exclaimed Venna, horrified. "Come, I will show you your room, and hurry down again, for you both look pale from hunger."
"We can never thank you enough for this. Miss."
"Mrs. Hadly is my name," said Venna with simple dignity. "And yours?" she asked as they followed her upstairs.