The technicalities of the mission field are not so apparent all at once.

The Vineyard--well, the system of vine-culture of some of the organizations is a trifle obscure." Phyllis became impatient.
"The House of Commons--a question is to be asked in the House.

Then you must ask another, papa, showing the nonsense of the first." "Heavens above! Why should I be dragged into the quarrel, if it is a quarrel, of Herbert Courtland on the one hand and the Reverends Joseph Capper and what's the other, Smith--no, Jones--Evans Jones?
I shouldn't wonder if he is of Welsh extraction." "You will surely not stand passively by and hear a brave man slandered.
That would be unlike you, papa.

No; you are bound to protest against the falsehood." "Am I indeed?
Why?
Because the slandered man, if he is slandered, is the friend of my daughter's friend ?" "Exactly--that's quite sufficient for you to go upon--that and the falsehood." "If it is a falsehood." "If--oh, papa--if ?" "If I have your personal guarantee that the statements are unsubstantiated----" "Now, you are beginning to jest.

I cannot jest on so serious an issue.
Think of it--slaves--dynamite!" "Both excellent words for missionaries to send home to England--almost equal to opium and idols from the standpoint of the mission-box." Phyllis was solemn for a moment; then she burst into a merry laugh that only wanted a note of merriment to be delightful.