M glad you got back.” Rayburn's sister, Mrs. Lampson, said to him at breakfast the morning following his return on the midnight train. “We are having a glorious meeting at our church.”
“Oh, is that so?” said the young man, sipping his coffee. “Who is conducting it?”
“Brother Maynell,” answered Mrs. Lampson, enthusiastically, a tinge of color in her wan, thin face. “He's a travelling evangelist, who has been conducting revivals all over the South. It is really remarkable the interest he has stirred up. We are holding prayer-meetings morning and afternoon, though only the ladies meet in the afternoon. I conducted the meeting yesterday.”
“Oh no; did you, really? Why, sis—”
“Don't begin to poke fun at me,” said Mrs. Lamp-son. “I know I didn't do as well as some of the others, but I did the best I could, because I felt it was my duty.”
“I was not going to make fun,” said Miller, soothingly; “but it seems mighty strange to think of you standing up before all the rest, and—”
“It was not such a very hard thing to do,” said the lady, who was older than her brother by ten years. She had gray hairs at her temples, and looked generally as if she needed out-door exercise and some diversion to draw her out of herself.