“That is very nicely said,” observed Miss Parker slyly, “especially coming from one of your profession.”
Mrs. Wilbur took up a volume hastily and began her reading.
“But I think we shall see him again,” her companion continued, a slight smile creeping over the corners of her mouth.
“Why didn’t you stay in Chicago and bring it about, Molly?” Mrs. Wilbur laid aside her book.
“Because I wanted to be with you.”
“And Thornton Jennings believes in sacrifice.”
“Adela!”
“It will make it all the more romantic to have him follow you to your missionary field and see you caring for the heathen.”
Molly Parker’s eyes filled with tears. “I couldn’t be happy, and know that you were over here alone with this set.”
Mrs. Wilbur was already ashamed of her ill-temper. Presently she reflected aloud, “So you ran the chances of losing him to—”