Then she put her finger to her lip and thought.
A bright idea occurred to her presently.
“Put her to bed and make believe she's sick. She can wear the best nightdress, trimmed with lace, and we can put on the ruffled pillow-cases and fix up the bed real nice.”
“That will be splendid!” cried Edith. “I knew you'd think of something!”
They went to work on the plans proposed, and soon had the whole family in presentable condition. So busy were they with the dolls that Marty would have forgotten the errand she came on, had she not happened to catch a glimpse of the blue box when Edith opened a drawer. Then she exclaimed,
“Oh! Edie, what I came over for was to ask you why you save tenths.”
“Why I do what?” said Edith, wondering.
“Why you put tenths away in your box. Why don't you save eighths or ninths or something else?”
“Because the Bible says tenths,” Edith replied.
“The Bible!” cried Marty. “Does the Bible say anything about saving tenths for a mission-band?”