Elsie had become so deeply interested in her book that she heard nothing of this, nor was she aware of the entrance of the caller, who was courteously received by Mr. Dinsmore and invited to take a chair which John set for him near to that of his master.
The two then fell into earnest talk, and presently something said by the stranger catching Elsie’s ear, withdrew her attention from the book and fixed it upon him and the subject of his discourse.
He was pleading the cause of Home Missions, telling of the needs, the labors, trials, and privations of those who were carrying the gospel to the destitute regions of our own land, especially the far West and Northwest. Money was needed for the support of the laborers now in the field, and for others ready to go as soon as the necessary means should be provided.
Elsie laid aside her book and softly drew near her father’s chair. He had forgotten her presence and did not notice her approach, for he too was deeply interested in what the stranger was saying; and when he seemed to have concluded, responded at once with a liberal contribution to the cause.
As he handed the gentleman his check, a little voice at his side said softly, “Papa, may I give something too?”
“Ah, daughter, is it you? I had forgotten that you were here,” he said, turning to her with a pleased smile. “Yes, you may if you wish,” and he laid a blank check before her and put a pen in her hand.
“How much, papa?”
“I shall leave that to your decision.”
She considered a moment, filled up the check, signed, and gave it to him. It was drawn for five hundred dollars.
Her look as her eyes met his was a little doubtful and timid. But he said, “Very well,” smiling upon her and stroking her hair caressingly as he spoke. Then turning to the stranger he introduced her. “This, sir, is my little daughter, and she wishes to make a contribution of her own to this good cause.”