The letter-rack was completed in good time, and presented. Cousin Alice said it was the very prettiest of all her gifts, besides being extremely useful.
“Mamma,” said Marty that evening, “I believe after all I'll go back to Edith's plan of giving 'tenths' and 'offerings' to missions.”
“I think that would be the better way,” said her mother.
“Not that I'm tired of the heathen or the mission-band, or of giving, you know, but just because—”
“Yes, I understand,” said her mother, as she hesitated; “you are just as much interested in the matter as ever, but you now see that there are more ways than one of doing good with money, and that it is better to give systematically, as Mrs. Howell says. Then you know what you are doing, and I dare say, taking it all in all, you will give more that way than by giving a good deal one time and nothing at all another.”
“Oh! I'll never come to the time when I wont give anything,” Marty declared emphatically.
And she then truly believed she never should.