as it is, and that what’s wrong to us is wrong to them.”
Stephens shook his head in silence. He had seen the death of the donkey-boys, and she had not.
“Maybe we are sent to guide them into a better path,” said the old lady. “Maybe we are specially singled out for a good work among them.”
If it were not for her niece her energetic and enterprising temperament was capable of glorying in the chance of evangelising Khartoum, and turning Omdurman into a little well-drained broad-avenued replica of a New England town.
“Do you know what I am thinking of all the time?” said Sadie. “You remember that temple that we saw—when was it? Why, it was this morning.”
They gave an exclamation of surprise, all three of them. Yes, it had been this morning; and it seemed away and away in some dim past experience of their lives, so vast was the change, so new and so overpowering the thoughts which had come between. They rode in silence, full
