to help us find all those verses in the Bible you have
been asking me about. You see I'm not as good and wise as your friend
Mrs. Howell, and don't know as much about the Bible as she does."

"You're every bit as good," declared Marty, who by this time had got
both arms around her mother's waist as she stood on the rug, and was
looking up in her face lovingly, "and you will be as wise when you are
as old, for she is a great deal older than you."

Her father and mother both laughed at Marty's earnestness, and Mr.
Ashford said,

"That's right, Marty. Stand up for your mother."

They found the concordance very useful, and from time to time spent many
happy hours searching the Scriptures with its aid, comparing passages
and talking them over. Not only did they find texts for the band, but
other subjects were traced through the sacred pages. Occasionally Marty
saw her mother busy with the concordance and Bible when she had not
asked her assistance about verses.

It was while Marty was giving wholes instead of tenths and the red box
was so well filled, that it met with an accident that disfigured it for
life. Though the occurrence was a sad and humiliating one for Marty, it
led to good results.

She had the box out one day and was counting the money, although she
knew precisely how much there was. As a good deal of it was in pennies
it made quite a noise, so that Freddie, attracted by the bright outside
and noisy inside, thought he would like to have the box to play with. He
asked Marty to give it to him, but she, busy with her counting, answered
rather sharply,

"No, indeed; you can't have it. Go away, now. Don't touch!"

But Freddie was very quick in his movements, and before she could get it
out of his reach he had seized it and shaken the contents all over the
floor. Marty, very angry at having her beautiful box treated so roughly,
and seeing the money rolling about in all directions, cried in loud
tones,

"Let go, you naughty boy! You'll break it!"

Freddie, now angry also, and determined to have what he wanted, held on
manfully, screaming, "Dive it to me! dive it to me!" and in the struggle
a small piece was broken off the lid.

Mrs. Ashford, hearing the loud tones, hurried into the room, and arrived
in time to see Marty strike Freddie with one hand while she held the box
high above her head with the other. Freddie was pounding her with all
his little strength and crying uproariously.

"Marty, Marty!" ca