ng topic of conversation for me. Well,
I'm a general all around missionary at large and handy man. One day I
shoe the horses and next day I help Mr. Masters translate the Bible into
Navajo. Next day I dig a well and day after that I help old Touchiniteel
build a house. Then I send word to the President of the U. S. to let him
know that the cattle men at Flagstaff are trespassing on our rights at
Canyon Diablo and next day I'm medicine man for some poor devil that has
tumbled over the twisted falls at Neota. I teach school while Mr. and
Mrs. Masters are gone right now over to Tuba at the convention. And when
there isn't anything else to do, I help Miss Gray rescue people from
that old mud hole. Being a missionary is no end of fun. It's a wonder to
me how most people get any fun out of life unless they are
missionaries."

"And the elderly woman who wears glasses is your sister. She has been so
kind to me. I can never repay her."

"Don't try. Yes, Hannah and I have been here at Tolchaco a long time. We
have had the fun of our lives here. She does about everything in the
house from washing the dishes to converting the heathen. She works for
nothing and throws in her time."

"And--and Miss Gray?"

"I thought maybe you might enquire about her, after awhile. Well, Miss
Gray is one of the salt of the earth. She's a whole salt mine. She's not
been here long, but she's got 'em all going,--Indians, cowboys, traders,
gamblers, missionaries, teamsters, everybody. Everybody is in love with
her. I've asked her to marry me several times, that is, I've only asked
her to marry me once, several times, and I get the same answer every
time. She's a graduate of Mt. Holyoke and used to be physical director
of the girl's school at Peekskill. That's where she learned to swim and
rescue people. She knows several languages and can talk Navajo better
than Peshlekietsetti. And she is the friend of every Indian, Navajo or
Hopi, between Sunshine and Castle Butte. And she is not proud a little
bit. And cheerful? Well, she is just as cheerful every time she says no
to me as if it was the first time. And she can sing--you've heard her
Sunday nights. She can sing a rattlesnake out of its skin. Well, there
is a lot more, but I consider that much a pretty good introduction. If I
had one like it, I'd feel as if the press notices had the performance
distanced a mile."

Bauer stared at Clifford, hardly knowing how to take all he said. The
German mind wa