utifully.
I can wash and iron on it too, heats the irons as fast as you can use
them. It's my opinion that women wouldn't get so used up at their
work if they would have these stoves; it is the heat that takes all
the life and soul out of one. It is pleasant to work if you know how,
and can keep cool; it is a real saving of tempers--this stove is--for
if you ever noticed it, folks begin to get cross just as soon as they
get well heated up over a cook-stove. No, it doesn't give out any
heat, and there are no ashes, or smoke, or soot, or dirt of any kind
about it, and it is cheaper to burn than coal."

"But have I not heard that gasoline is explosive?" Faith asked.

"It isn't. It will take fire if you bring it near a flame, just as
alcohol will, but it can't explode. There might be a little danger of
its taking fire if you filled it when burning, but nobody would be
foolish enough to do that. I meant to tell you that this little
stove is another proof to me that our Father pities us in our little
troubles, and helps us. I used to have an iron cook-stove, and even
with my little work it would heat up everything so. Just as I got all
tuckered out with it, I heard of the gasoline stove, but I couldn't
afford to get one, for work was rather scarce just then. I expected,
though, he would send me one before long, and sure enough he did. It
wasn't many days, don't you believe, till a lady came and asked me if
I wanted to sew for her, and take a gasoline stove for pay; her
husband was a dealer in them. You may be sure I said 'Yes' pretty
quick; so I got it, and a great comfort it's been to me these three
years. No, we don't plod along here with nobody to care how we get
along. He cares. I believe he thought about me and sent me the stove,
and I always shall."

"Well, good-bye, Mrs. Macpherson," said Faith. "I am truly obliged to
you. You have cheered and helped me. I think I shall have more trust
hereafter, and who knows hut I shall set up housekeeping with a
gasoline stove," she added, laughingly.

"Dear heart, I wish you might."

Mrs. Vincent walked home with an idea in her head and a light in her
eye that were not there when she started. Trust a woman for doing
what she wants to. It did not take Faith long to lay a plan, and by
the time she reached home a plan lay fair and clear before her. Once
in her room she sat down and mentally inventoried her possessions.
She went to her trunk and brought out her jewellery; they m