But I believe it is my duty; and besides I would
love to get as many names on my square as Kitty Marr has. So if
you'll go with me we'll go this afternoon. I simply COULDN'T go
alone."
CHAPTER XXIII
A MISSIONARY HEROINE
Accordingly, that afternoon we bearded the lion in his den. The
road we took was a beautiful one, for we went "cross lots," and we
enjoyed it, in spite of the fact that we did not expect the
interview with Mr. Campbell to be a very pleasant one. To be
sure, he had been quite civil on the occasion of our last call
upon him, but the Story Girl had been with us then and had
beguiled him into good-humour and generosity by the magic of her
voice and personality. We had no such ally now, and Mr. Campbell
was known to be virulently opposed to missions in any shape or
form.
"I don't know whether it would have been any better if I could
have put on my good clothes," said Cecily, with a rueful glance at
her print dress, which, though neat and clean, was undeniably
faded and RATHER short and tight. "The Story Girl said it would,
and I wanted to, but mother wouldn't let me. She said it was all
nonsense, and Mr. Campbell would never notice what I had on."
"It's my opinion that Mr. Campbell notices a good deal more than
you'd think for," I said sagely.
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