“I shall never dare to say that I don’t believe the Bible again, for fear some one will ask me whether I have applied the test, and if I have not what business have I to judge.  That man now, if I should come in contact with him, which I shall endeavor not to do, would be sure to ask me.  He has almost the same as asked it now, before all these people.  He has a mysterious way of making me feel as though he was talking for my confusion and for nobody else.”

This Marion told to herself as she eyed the leader, half sullenly.  He had strangely disturbed her logic and set her refuge in ruins.

“Let’s go,” she said suddenly to Eurie.  “I am tired of this; I have had enough, and more than enough.”  But the hour was over, and she had had all that was to be secured from that source.

All the younger portion of the congregation seemed to be rushing back up the hill again, and inquiry developed the fact that Mrs. Clark was to meet the primary workers in the large tent.  It was wonderful how many people chose to consider themselves primary workers?  At least they rushed to this meeting, a great army of them, as though their one object in life, was to learn how successfully to teach the little ones.  Our girls all met together in the tent.  Ruth and Flossy had finished their preparations, but had concluded to wait until afternoon service.

“I declare if you are not armed with a pencil and paper.  Have you been seized with a mania for taking notes?” This Eurie said to Ruth.  “Now I’m going to get out my note book too.  Here is a card—­it will hold all I care to write I dare say.  Let me see, who knows but I shall go to teaching in Sabbath-school one of these days!  I am going to make a list of the things which according to Mrs. Clark, we shall need.”

True to her new fancy, she scribbled industriously during the session, and showed her card with glee as they left the tent.

“I’ve a complete list,” she said.  “If any of you go into the business I can supply you with the names of the necessary tools.  Look!

“A blackboard.

“A picture roll.

“A punch!

“Cards.

“Brains!

“Blank book.

“Children.

“More brains!

“That last item,” she said, reflectively, “is the hardest to find.  I had no idea so much of that material was necessary.  Now let me see what is on your papers.”  This even Marion stoutly resisted.  And Flossy quietly hid hers in her pocket, saying with a smile: 

“Mine is simply a list of things needful for such work.”

If she had shown her paper it would have astonished Eurie, and it might have done her good.  This was what she had written: 

“What I need in order to be a successful teacher.

“Such a forgetfulness of self as shall lead me to think only of the little ones and their needs.

“Such a love for Christ as shall lead me to long after every little soul to lead it to him.”