"Not always. I think it is nice to keep a little bag or box. A great many people keep a missionary-box and put their tenth in that. Sometimes you can buy something for very poor people. There are such lots of ways of spending money for God. Now we must begin lessons."
The Bibles were shut up, but the seed was sown. That afternoon, when lessons were over, the children ran out into the garden to play.
Jill's face was full of earnest resolve.
"Let's come into the plantation," she said, "I've a lovely plan in my head; only first we must look about for some big stones."
The plantation was a fir-tree one, and edged one side of the garden. Fortune seemed in Jill's favour, for near the plantation was an old stone wall which had been partially removed.
"Now," said the little leader, "we must carry some of these right into the middle of the plantation. Into a dark corner where no one will see us."
"What for?" asked Jack.
He never obeyed unquestioningly.
"I'll tell you in a minute. I think perhaps we ought to have three heaps of stones, only it will take so long. No, one will do, and we must all three share it."
They set to work, found a corner under a tall old pine, and soon had a very respectable heap of stones collected together.