Boys and girls
brought their little gifts, too. They knew the hymn:
If you cannot give your thousands
You can give the widow's mite.
And each gift you give for Jesus
Will be precious in His sight.
Mrs. Slessor was not well. Living in the crowded, dusty, smoky city made
her sick. Mary found a little home out in the country. Here were clear
blue skies and pleasant fields. Mary's mother was much better after they
moved her. Mary's sisters enjoyed it also. The months passed quickly. Soon
the year would be over.
"What do you want to do when you go back?" asked Mrs. Slessor.
"I want to go on up the river. I want to go where missionaries have never
been. I want to go to Okoyong and tell the people there about Jesus. I am
praying God that sooner or later He will let me go and work there."
"Isn't it much more dangerous there?" asked Mrs. Slessor.
"Yes, it is," answered Mary, "but I am not afraid because I know that God
is with me and His angels are watching over me."
June came. Mary had been home a year. Now she was in good health
again. She wanted to get back to Africa. July, August, September went by
and then the good news came. Mary was to leave in October for Calabar. It
was a happy day for her when she got on the ship that would take her back
to the Africa she loved.
On the ship she found the Rev. and Mrs. Hugh Goldie.
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