"Do you get a lot of money? Have you pocket-money?"
"Yes, we have sixpence a week each, but it doesn't seem a great lot."
"Wouldn't you like to give your tenth to God? You can easily, if you like. I'll tell you how it's done."
The little girls looked at Jill completely puzzled, but she had a wonderful way of compelling attention and interest, and before she separated from them that afternoon they had promised to think over the matter, and let her know what they could do.
"You see," said Norah, the other twin, "we haven't very much money to spare. We want every penny of it. We're always wanting to buy things."
"Yes, but God wants it most," said Jill, "and it's such a very little He wants; only one penny out of tenpence, that's all it is. And if you saw the poor people out on Chilton Common, who have no church and who look so dirty and wicked, you'd like to give some money to help them."
"Are you good?" asked Rose looking at her curiously.
"No, I'm awfully wicked," said Jill with conviction, "but giving your money away doesn't make you good. I wish it did."
There was nothing to say to this. They parted excellent friends, but Rose said to Norah afterwards, "She's rather a nice girl, but I feel if I was with her she would make me do a thing whether I liked it or not."