hys is domesticated now with
Brother Lefferts and his family. I suppose he feels it less, because he
has not had a home of his own in a good while; that makes a difference."

"He knows he has a home of his own too," said Mrs. Caxton; "though he
has not reached it yet. I suppose the thought of that makes him
content."

"Of course. But in a heathen land, with heathen desolation and dark
faces all around one, you have no idea how at times one's soul longs
for a taste of England. Brother Rhys too is a man to feel all such
things. He has a good deal of taste, and what you might call
sensitiveness to externals."

"A good deal," said Mrs. Caxton quietly. "Then he has some beautiful
externals around him."

"So they say. But the humanity is deplorable. Well, they will get their
reward when the Master comes. A man leaves everything indeed when he
goes to the South Seas as Rhys has done. He would have been very
popular in England."

"So he will in the islands."

"Well so it seems," said Mr. Morrison. "He has got the ear of those
wild creatures evidently. That's the man."

It was time for evening prayers; and afterwards the party separated;
Mrs. Caxton carrying off with her her packet of letters unbroken. The
morning brought its own business; the breakfast was somewhat hurried;
Mr. Morrison took his departure; and nothing more was said on the
subject of South Sea missionaries till the evening. Then the two ladies
were again alone together.

"Are you well to-day, Eleanor?" was Mrs. Caxton's first question at the
tea-table.

"Some headache, aunt Caxton."

"How is that? And I have noticed that your eyes were heavy all day."

"There is no harm, ma'am. I did not sleep very well."

"Why not?"

"I think the reading of those letters excited me, aunt Caxton."

Mrs. Caxton looked at a line of faint crimson which was stealing up
into Eleanor's cheeks, and for a moment stayed her words.

"My dear, there is as good work to be done here, as ever in Polynesia."

"I do not know, aunt Caxton," said Eleanor leaning her head on her hand
in thoughtful wise. "England has had the light a great while; it must
be grand to be the first torch-bearers into the darkness."

"So Mr. Rhys feels. But then, my dear, I think we are to do the work
given us--one here and one there;--and let the Lord place his servants,
and our service, as he will."

"I do not think otherwise, aunt Caxton."

"Would you like, to hear some of what Mr. Rhys has w