.
"Yes," Mrs. Burke responded wearily, "and I hope they'll get what
comfort they can out of 'em."
"You don't seem to be very appreciative, Mrs. Burke," Virginia
reproved.
"Well, I suppose I ought to be satisfied," Hepsey replied. "But it
does seem as if most people give to the Lord what they can't use for
themselves any longer--as they would to a poor relation that's worthy,
but not to be coddled by too much charity."
"I think these things are quite nice enough for the missionaries,"
Virginia retorted. "They are thankful for anything."
"Yes, I know," Mrs. Burke replied calmly. "Missionaries and their
families have no business to have any feelings that can't be satisfied
with second-hand clothes, and no end of good advice on how to spend
five cents freely but not extravagantly."
"But don't you believe in sending them useful things?" Virginia asked
loftily.
"So I do; but I'd hate that word 'useful' if I was a missionary's
wife."
"Might I inquire," asked Miss Bascom meekly, "what you would send?"
"Certainly! I'd send a twenty-five-cent scent bag, made of silk and
filled with patchouli-powder," said Hepsey, squarely.
"Well," Virginia added devoutly, "satchet bags may be well enough in
their place; but they won't feed missionaries, or clothe them, or save
souls, you know, Mrs. Burke."
"Did anybody say they would?" Mrs. Burke inquired. "I shouldn't
particularly care to see missionaries clothed in sachet bags myself;
the smell might drive the heathen to desperation. But do we always
limit our spending money to necessary clothes and food? The truth is,
we all of us spend anything we like as long as it goes on our backs,
or down our throats; but the moment it comes to supportin'
missionaries we think 'em worldly and graspin' if they show any
ambition beyond second-hand clothes."
"Do you live up to your preachin', Mrs. Burke?" a little sallow-faced
woman inquired from a dark corner of the room.
"Oh, no; it hits me just as hard as anybody else, as Martin Luther
said. But I've got a proposition to make: if you'll take these things
you brought, back with you, and wear 'em for a week just as they are,
and play you're the missionaries, I'll take back all I've said."
As, however, there was no response to this challenge, the box was
packed, and the cover nailed down.
(It is perhaps no proper part of this story to add, that its opening
on the other side of the world was attended by the welcome and
surp
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