Miss S. Thank you! I just run in for a minute. Good morning, Dr. Fluke.
Dr. F. Good morning, Miss Simper. How charming you look. That tonic benefited you greatly. Shall I change the prescription?
Miss S. (Hastily.) No, thank you, I have come to-day in the interest of the missionary cause.
Mrs. F. Wont you step back into the parlor where we can talk at leisure?
Miss S. Oh no, I’m in a dreadful hurry. The African Argonauts meet at eleven and I preside. We start our first worker to Ashantee to-morrow. At 4 p. m. the Mongolian Mediators have a meeting and at 8 p. m. is the debate in which we shall answer the Cannibal Calumniators.
Dr. F. You are a very busy bee, Miss Simper.
Miss S. No, I’ve resigned from the Busy Bees; concentrating you see. They say you have a new Chinese cook, Mrs. Fluke.
Mrs. F. Not I. He’s the doctor’s importation. Talk to him.
Miss S. (Enthusiastically.) Oh doctor, tell me all about him. My heart bleeds for the millions of Asia who sit in outer darkness.
Dr. F. My dear Miss Simper, he is a gold nugget; he will be a capital acquisition in your mission school, so intelligent, so docile, so affectionate, so—so—