hat our church has a Board of Education for
Negroes which is doing more than any other agency to train Negro
preachers and teachers and home makers, and doctors and other leaders.
That's not so very commonplace, would you say so?"

"Well, no," the young lady admitted. "It is very important work, of
course; and I'd dearly love to have a share in it. I am a great
believer in the colored races, you know. But you are making me begin to
think I am all wrong about the church at home. I don't mean to belittle
it. Perhaps I appreciate it more than I realized. Anyway, tell me
something else that you have found out."

"There isn't time," J.W. objected. "But if you won't think me a
nuisance, maybe I can tell you part of it. For example, Sunday school.
Long ago I discovered that the whole church was providing for Sunday
school progress through a Board of Sunday Schools, and there isn't a
modern Sunday school idea anywhere that this Board doesn't put into its
scheme of work. I was a very small part of it myself for a while, so I
know."

"Yes, and even I know a little about the Sunday School Board," confessed
Miss Morel. "It has helped us a lot in the Philippines. And so I must
admit that the church does try to improve and extend Sunday school work.
What else?"

J.W. told about his experiences on the Mexican border, where home
missions and foreign missions came together. Then, seeing that she was
really listening, he told of his and Marty's college days, how Marty had
borrowed money from the Board of Education, and how the same Board had a
hand in the college evangelistic work. He told about the deaconesses who
managed the hospital at Manchester, and the training school which Marcia
Dayne Carbrook had attended when she was getting ready to go to China.
That school had sent out hundreds of deaconesses and other workers.

The thought of Marcia made him think of Joe, and he told what he knew of
how the Wesley Foundation at the State University had helped Joe when he
could easily have made shipwreck of his missionary purpose. Of course
the story of his visit to the Carbrooks in China must also be told.

Miss Morel changed the subject again. "Tell me, Mr. Farwell," she asked,
"were you in the Epworth League when you were at home?"

"I surely was," said J.W. "That was where I got my first start; at the
Cartwright Institute." And the story jumped back to those far-off days
when he was just out of high school.

As he paused Miss Mor