member' another minute for fear of drawing another short lot.
I've got enough of the Daughters or Zion to last me the rest o'
my life! I don't care who goes to meetin' and who don't."

The girls were at the Perkins's gate by this time, and Emma Jane
went sadly into the empty house to remove all traces of the
tragedy from her person before her mother should come home from
the church.

The others wended their way slowly down the street, feeling that
their promising missionary branch had died almost as soon as it
had budded.

"Goodby," said Rebecca, swallowing lumps of disappointment and
chagrin as she saw the whole inspiring plan break and vanish into
thin air like an iridescent bubble. "It's all over and we won't
ever try it again. I'm going in to do overcasting as hard as I
can, because I hate that the worst. Aunt Jane must write to Mrs.
Burch that we don't want to be home missionaries. Perhaps we're
not big enough, anyway. I'm perfectly certain it's nicer to
convert people when they're yellow or brown or any color but
white; and I believe it must be easier to save their souls than
it is to make them go to meeting."



Third Chronicle
REBECCA'S THOUGHT BOOK

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