The burden of ministering rested very lightly on Carol's slender
shoulders. The endless procession of missionary meetings, aid
societies, guilds and boards, afforded her a childish delight and did
not sap her enthusiasm to the slightest degree. She went out of her
little manse each new day, laughing, and returned, wearily perhaps, but
still laughing. She sang light-heartedly with the youth of the church,
because she was young and happy with them. She sympathized
passionately with the old and sorry ones, because the richness of her
own content, and the blessed perfection of her own life, made her heart
tender.

Into her new life she had carried three matchless assets for a
minister's wife,--a supreme confidence in the exaltation of the
ministry, a boundless adoration for her husband, and a natural liking
for people that made people naturally like her. Thus equipped, she
faced the years of aids and missions with profound serenity.

She was sorry they hadn't more time for the honeymoon business, she and
David. Honeymooning was such tremendously good fun. But they were so
almost unbelievably busy all the time. On Monday David was down-town
all day, attending minister's meeting and Presbytery in the morning,
and looking up new books in the afternoon. Carol always joined him for
lunch and they counted that noon-time hour a little oasis in a week of
work. In the evening there were deacons' meetings, or trustees'
meetings, or the men's Bible class. On Tuesday evening they had a
Bible study class. On Wednesday evening was prayer-meeting. Thursday
night, they, with several of their devoted workers, walked a mile and a
half across country to Happy Hollow where they conducted mad little
mission meetings. Friday night Carol met with the young women's club,
and on Saturday night was a mission study class.