Cyril told eagerly of his plan. Don adding that he meant to have a missionary pig too, but not to give all that he made on it.
"You must decide for yourself whether to give more than a tenth of its price," his father said; "but I think 'missionary pig' will hardly be an appropriate name unless it is entirely devoted to the cause."
"Mother," said Fan, "wouldn't it be nice for me to call one of my hens a missionary hen, and give all the money I get for her and her eggs to the heathen?"
"Yes, dear, I think it would be very nice," Mrs. Keith answered, with a loving glance into the earnest little face.
"Then I'll do it, and I hope she'll lay an egg every day."
"And I'll have a missionary hen!" cried little Annis, clapping her hands with delight at the idea of contributing her mite to the good cause.
"Ada and I haven't matured our plans yet," said Zillah, "but we'll be sure to find some way to make money, as well as the rest of you."
"Mother will help us to contrive it; won't you, mother?" Ada said, with a look of confiding affection.
The answer was a prompt, emphatic "Yes, indeed, my dear."
But Mr. Keith seemed to have something further to say, and all turned to listen.