"I beg your pardon, mamma; no. That is not essential?"
"Well, that is as you look at things. I know you and my sister Caxton have wandered away,—but for me, I should feel lost out of the Church. It would be very essential to me. Are there no Church people in the islands at all?"
"I believe not, mamma."
"And what on earth do you expect to do there, Eleanor?"
"I cannot tell you yet, mamma; but I understand everybody finds more than enough."
"What, pray?"
"The general great business, you know, is to carry light to those that sit in darkness."
"Yes, but you do not expect to preach, do you?"
Eleanor smiled, she could not help it, at the bewildered air with which this question was put. "I don't know, mamma. Do not you think I could preach to a class of children?"
"But Eleanor! such horrid work. Such work for you!"