"Perhaps you will some day, who knows? There are hard enough things to do for people, I'm finding out. But, have you promised?"
"Yes, I have promised."
"And I know you keep your promises. I'm sure you won't forget. Poor mother isn't happy; she's troubled."
"About you?"
"No, about herself, because she isn't a Christian."
"That's enough to trouble anybody," said Marjorie, wisely.
"Now, one more promise in payment. Will you write to me every two weeks?"
"Oh, I couldn't," pleaded Marjorie.
"Now you've found something too hard to do for me," he said, reproachfully.
"Oh, I'll do it, of course; but I'm afraid."