He led her into the drawing room and introduced her to Florence and Agnes. "I wish to present a young woman whom God has smiled upon," he said, and they looked at him in astonishment. He told them that he had found her wandering and had led her home. Florence took her hand.
"I may not be worthy, yet," said Margaret Frayer. "You don't know me well enough to take my hand."
"I know that you must have suffered, and that is enough," Florence replied. The preacher looked at Agnes. He wondered why she did not come oftener to his church. He wondered what she would say to the young woman.
"You are my sister," said Agnes, as if inspired, and Bradley clasped his hands and pressed them to his bosom. His heart was full.
Margaret Frayer did not remain long. "You may meet me again," she said.
"She is to become a member of my church," Bradley spoke up.
"My heart and my prayers will be with your church, Mr. Bradley," she said; "I shall remember you and be grateful to you as long as I live, but my soul tells me to go with the Salvation Army, among girls, and persuade them to work in the street when they have the time. It is not goodness alone that saves us, Mr. Bradley; goodness may be selfish—it is saving others that saves us. You know how that is. You have saved others."
"You are right," he said. "Go with the army; you can do more there."
"And, do you say so?" Florence cried. "I thought you too orthodox for that."
"Not too orthodox for the truth," he replied, bowing.