I wish I could get just one more name
and then I'd be contented. But I don't know of a single person
who hasn't been asked already."
"Except Mr. Campbell," said Dan.
"Oh, of course nobody would ask Mr. Campbell. We all know it
would be of no use. He doesn't believe in missions at all--in
fact, he says he detests the very mention of missions--and he
never gives one cent to them."
"All the same, I think he ought to be asked, so that he wouldn't
have the excuse that nobody DID ask him," declared Dan.
"Do you really think so, Dan?" asked Cecily earnestly.
"Sure," said Dan, solemnly. Dan liked to tease even Cecily a wee
bit now and then.
Cecily relapsed into anxious thought, and care sat visibly on her
brow for the rest of the day. Next morning she came to me and
said:
"Bev, would you like to go for a walk with me this afternoon?"
"Of course," I replied. "Any particular where?"
"I'm going to see Mr. Campbell and ask him for his name for my
square," said Cecily resolutely. "I don't suppose it will do any
good. He wouldn't give anything to the library last summer, you
remember, till the Story Girl told him that story about his
grandmother. She won't go with me this time--I don't know why. I
can't tell a story and I'm frightened to death just to think of
going to him.
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