“It’s hurrah! hurrah, Aunt Win!” he wrote jubilantly one glad summer day. “Your Danny is at work before time, doing a little missionary business already. Two real true converts, Aunt Win,—baptized yesterday! It was the ‘Padre’s preaching’ that set Jeb thinking first, and then he got hold of some of Great-uncle Joe’s books. I sort of took a hand, and altogether we’ve got the dear old chaps into the fold. Peter and Andrew,—they chose the names themselves, even good old Neb’s dull wits seeming to wake at his Master’s call. Brother Bart’s prayers for his old friends have been answered. The Light is shining on Killykinick, Aunt Win,—the Light is shining on Killykinick!”