“Oh, well, they can’t be blamed for that they don’t die on purpose,” said Rebecca, with a comfortable theology. “What if they die first?” asked Emma Jane. He knows if they live in such hot climates it must make them lazy and slow and the parrots and tigers and snakes and bread-fruit trees distract their minds and having no books, they can’t think as well but they’ll find God somehow, some time.” It may take the heathen a little longer to find Him, but God will make allowances, of course. “Why, whatever God is, and wherever He is, He must always be there, ready and waiting. “I can’t see how if all the people who ought to go out to save them stay at home as we do,” argued Emma Jane. It isn’t as if the heathen really needed me I’m sure they’ll come out all right in the end.” I would like to do something for somebody and make things move, somewhere, but I don’t want to go thousands of miles away teaching people how to live when I haven’t learned myself. “I’m not good enough in the first place, and I don’t `feel a call,’ as Mr.
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