"Good Morning, Mr. Falkner," as Dick left
his work and went forward to greet her. "I must have some new calling
cards. Can you get them ready for me by two o'clock this afternoon?
Mamma and I had planned to make some calls and I only discovered last
night that I was out of cards. You have the plate here in the office,
I believe."
"Yes," said Dick, "the plate is here. I guess we can have them ready
for you by that time."
"And Mr. Falkner," said the girl, "I want to tell you how glad I was
when you took the stand you did Sunday night."
Dick's face flushed and he looked at her keenly. "I have thought for
a long time, that you would become a Christian, and have often wondered
why you waited. The church needs young men and you can do so much
good."
"You are very kind." said Dick, politely. "I am sure that your interest
will be a great inspiration to me, and I shall need all the help I can
get. In fact, we all do, I guess."
A shadow crossed the lovely face, and a mist dimmed the brightness of
the brown eyes for a moment before she replied. "Yes, we do need help;
all of us; and I am sure you will aid many. Will you enter the
ministry?"
"Enter the ministry," replied Dick, forgetting his studied coolness
of manner. "What in the world suggested that? Do I look like a
preacher?"
They both laughed heartily.
"Well no, I can't say that you do. At least I wouldn't advise you to
go into the pulpit with that apron and that cap on; and the spot of
ink on the end of your nose is not very dignified.
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