"Well, then, begin and be one now. What hinders?"
"I don't suppose any one would believe me."
"Well, what if they didn't? It isn't that you want. Don't you know what was said about the Pharisees—that they loved the praise of men more than the praise of God? That was their great hindrance."
Marion was silent. It seemed as if Bram was bent on showing her all her own worst weaknesses and follies. Had not "the praise of men" been her chief object all her life thus far?
Bram seemed to think he had said enough, and then began on a different topic:
"Marion, do you know your uncle Campbell's present address?"
"Red Wing, Minnesota," answered Marion. "I had a letter from Aunt Christian only yesterday. Why?"
"Do you suppose Doctor Campbell would think it a liberty if I should write and ask him about some things I would like very much to know?"
"Of course not," answered Marion. "He would be very much pleased, I am sure. He thinks anybody who wants to hear about missions must be all right."
"I thought we should hear a great deal about them from you," pursued Bram. "Didn't your uncle and aunt talk about their work?"