"My dear Paula!" again remonstrated her father.

She turned to him impatiently, with an angry word at her lips, caught
upon Barry's face a look of surprise, paused midway in her passion, then
moved slowly toward him.

"Well," she asked, in an even, cold voice, "what do you think about it?
And anyway," she dropped her voice so that none heard but himself, "why
should you halt me? Who are you, to give me pause this way?"

"Only a missionary," he answered, in an equally low tone, but with a
smile gentle, almost wistful on his face.

As with a flash the wrathful cloud vanished.

"A missionary," she replied softly. "God knows I need one."

"You do," he said emphatically, and still he smiled.

"Come, Paula," called Cornwall Brand. "We are all waiting."

Her face hardened at his words.

"Good-bye," she said to Barry. "I am coming back again to--to your
wonderful Canada."

"Of course you are," said Barry, heartily. "They all do."

He went with her to the canoe, steadied her as she took her place, and