“But one penny will be very little to take to the meeting,” said Marty. “How would it do to put in two more as a thank-offering for something or other?”
“That is a very good idea.”
In the evening her father came in for his share of the requests.
“Papa,” she asked, “would you just as soon give me my ten cents this evening as Monday?”
“Certainly,” he replied, taking a dime out of his pocket. “What's going on this evening?”
“Oh, nothing's going on, but I've begun to have a box for missionary money—that lovely cardinal one of mamma's with gilt spots on it—and I'm going to put tenths and offerings in it and take them to the mission-band to help send missionaries to the heathen.”
“Well, that's good. But what are you going to do about candy and such things?”
“Oh, I don't put all my money in the box; just some of it. I'm going to learn to give—what was it I told you mamma?”
“Systematically?”
“Yes, ma'am, that's it. You know, papa, that means giving just so much of your money and giving it at a certain time and never forgetting to give it. That's the reason I wanted my ten cents now, so that I can put some of it in the box to-morrow morning. And, O papa! would it trouble you to give it to me all in pennies?”