"I think it's awful rude, anyway, to go right out and try to
convert your neighbors; but if you borrow a horse and go to
Edgewood Lower Corner, or Milliken's Mills, I s'pose that makes
it Foreign Missions."

"Would we each go alone or wait upon them with a committee, as
they did when they asked Deacon Tuttle for a contribution for the
new hearse?" asked Persis.

"Oh! We must go alone," decided Rebecca; "it would be much more
refined and delicate. Aunt Miranda says that one man alone could
never get a subscription from Deacon Tuttle, and that's the
reason they sent a committee. But it seems to me Mrs. Burch
couldn't mean for us to try and convert people when we're none of
us even church members, except Candace. I think all we can do is
to persuade them to go to meeting and Sabbath school, or give
money for the hearse, or the new horse sheds. Now let's all think
quietly for a minute or two who's the very most heathenish and
reperrehensiblest person in Riverboro."

After a very brief period of silence the words "Jacob Moody" fell
from all lips with entire accord.

"You are right," said the president tersely; "and after singing
hymn number two hundred seventy four, to be found on the
sixty-sixth page, we will take up the question of persuading Mr.
Moody to attend divine service or the minister's Bible class, he
not having been in the meeting-house for lo! these many years.

'Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee