"He has so many poor families on his hands; he and I have been out all day. Marion you have no idea at all of the places where we have been! I do think there ought to be an organized system of charity in our church; something different from the hap-hazard way of doing things that we have. Mr. Roberts says, that in New York, their church is perfectly organized to look after certain localities, and that no such thing as utter destitution can prevail in their section. Don't you think Dr. Dennis would be interested in such an effort."
"He will be interested in anything that is good," Marion said, with unusual energy even for her.
Flossy turned her pretty head towards her, and eyed her curiously.
"You like him better than you did; don't you, Marion?"
"Didn't I always like him," Marion asked, with averted face and a laugh in her voice.
"Oh, you used to think him stiff, and said you felt all shut up in his presence. Don't you remember our first call at his study?"
"I think I do," Marion answered, bursting into a merry laugh. "Ever so many things have happened since then, little Flossy!"
"Haven't there!" said innocent Flossy.
"It has been such a wonderful year! dating from that day when it rained and you made me go, do you remember, Marion? Do you ever get to wondering what would have been, if we had just stayed on here at home, going to our parties and getting up festivals, and all that, and paying no attention to the Chautauqua meetings?"
"I don't want to think about any such horrid retrospect as that!" Marion said, with a shrug of her handsome shoulders, and a genuine shiver.