little
children in Korea, and we like to think we are helping them, if it's
ever so little. We ARE in earnest, Mr. Campbell--indeed we are."

"Don't believe it--don't believe a word of it," said Mr. Campbell
impolitely. "You'll do things that are nice and interesting. You'll get
up concerts, and chase people about for autographs and give money your
parents give you and that doesn't cost you either time or labour. But
you wouldn't do anything you disliked for the heathen children--you
wouldn't make any real sacrifice for them--catch you!"

"Indeed we would," cried Cecily, forgetting her timidity in her zeal. "I
just wish I had a chance to prove it to you."

"You do, eh? Come, now, I'll take you at your word. I'll test you.
Tomorrow is Communion Sunday and the church will be full of folks and
they'll all have their best clothes on. If you go to church tomorrow in
the very costume you have on at present, without telling anyone why you
do so, until it is all over, I'll give you--why, I vow I'll give you
five dollars for that quilt of yours."

Poor Cecily! To go to church in a faded print dress, with a shabby
little old sun-hat and worn shoes! It was very cruel of Mr. Campbell.

"I--I don't think mother would let me," she faltered.

Her tormentor smiled grimly.

"It's not hard to find some excuse," he said sarcastically.

Cecily crimsoned and sat up facing Mr. Campbell spunkily.

"It's NOT an excuse," she said. "If mother will let me go to church like
this I'll go. But I'll have to tell HER why, Mr. Campbell, because I'm
certain she'd never let me if I didn't."

"Oh, you can tell all your own family," said Mr. Campbell, "but
remember, none of them must tell it outside until Sunday is over. If
they do, I'll be sure to find it out and then our bargain is off. If
I see you in church tomorrow, dressed as you are now, I'll give you my
name and five dollars. But I won't see you. You'll shrink when you've
had time to think it over."

"I sha'n't," said Cecily resolutely.

"Well, we'll see. And now come out to the barn with me. I've got the
prettiest little drove of calves out there you ever saw. I want you to
see them."

Mr. Campbell took us all over his barns and was very affable. He had
beautiful horses, cows and sheep, and I enjoyed seeing them. I don't
think Cecily did, however. She was very quiet and even Mr. Campbell's
handsome new span of dappled grays failed to arouse any enthusiasm in
her. She was already i