aking mental notes as to what had happened, but
asking no questions.

Our trio of young people who had entered a life of worship found their
hearts impelling them toward fields of service also. Winifred sought
in many quiet ways to make known to others Him whom she had come to
know with such delight, and a casual visit from Adele one day threw
light upon the occupation of the others.

"By the way, Winifred," Miss Forrester said, apropos of some topic
discussed, "your brother gave a splendid talk at the Cleary Street
Mission last night. Oh, you ought to have heard him! It was fine!"

Winifred opened her eyes widely. "Hubert at the Mission last night?
He never told me."

"I suspect he doesn't let his left hand know what his right hand is
doing," suggested Adele. "But he certainly was there. And when Mr.
McBride asked him to speak he promptly did so. It was splendid! Not
simply what he said, you know, but the fact that he said it--a business
man talking in a matter-of-fact, business way to other men of something
he evidently thought the most important matter in the world. Of course
most of the people were of a far different class from his, but you
would never guess it from his words. He didn't patronize them a bit.
I liked that so much. And you should have seen how those men fastened
their eyes on him and listened to what he said."

"How lovely!" cried Winifred. "I wish I had been there. But pray tell
me, Adele, how happens it that you were there?"

"Oh, I am a regular attendant in Cleary Street," said Adele laughing.
"At least I go regularly on certain nights in the week and play the
organ--a wretched, squeaky, little thing--and raise my voice on Sankey
hymns also."

"You do!" cried Winifred with a mixture of amusement, dismay and
admiration in her voice. "Well, I declare!"

"I don't see why you should be so shocked," said Adele, enjoying her
friend's astonishment. "Pray, why shouldn't I go? Do you doubt my
qualifications? I am not the musician you are, dear, but my skill is
quite up to those tunes, I assure you."

"I hope you don't wear that red hat of yours and your usual stunning
costumes, Adele?"

"It occurred to me after I had gone a few times," said Adele quietly,
"that it might be well to modify my gear. I think you would approve of
my revised toilet. It is very simple."

"Adele, I know you can't help looking well, whatever you wear," said
Winifred, who suddenly observed a somewhat