Neville insisted that Betsy go with her to assist. And when they arrived at the mission, Jenny was glad to have Betsy’s service to offer as well as her own. All was in a state of chaos. Mrs. Watson met them at the door. “Miss Jennifer, I’m that happy to see you. We’re all at sixes and sevens here. Three of my helpers failed to turn up, and I did want to have a tasty soup and loaf to serve tonight, it being our last time.” “Last time? What are you talking about?” Edith Watson threw her hands in the air. “Oh, here’s me forgetting myself, and you’ve been gone so long. First, let me tell you how happy I am to see you recovered. I knew fresh air and my elixir would do the trick. But so much has happened while you were away, and—” She gave a sharp cry and ran for the stove where clouds of steam and sizzling sounds issued from a kettle boiling over. “Help her, Betsy,” Jenny ordered and turned toward the room where several were gathering for the preaching service.
