are
aiding the cause very much when you try to make our meetings attractive,
and so induce others to join the band."

"I've thought of a way to make some missionary money, if it would be
right to do it," said Edith.

"What is it?" asked Miss Walsh.

"Well--you know those prizes Dr. Edgar and Mr. Stevenson give at the
Sunday-school anniversary for learning the Psalms and chapters--would it
do to ask them to give us money instead of books or anything else, so
that we might have it for missions?"

"We certainly might ask our pastor and superintendent what they think of
the plan. I have no doubt they would be willing to adopt it when they
know what the money is to be used for. I think myself, your idea is a
very good one."

"Yes," said Rosa, "we should not only be studying the Bible for our own
sakes, but be helping missions at the same time."

"We'd be working for our missionary money then, shouldn't we?" remarked
one of the girls.

"Yes, _indeed_!" replied another, with a laugh and shrug. She was not
fond of committing to memory.

"It's a good way, though," said Marty, standing up for Edith's
suggestion, "and I'm going to start right in and learn something. Miss
Agnes, I wonder how much they'd give for the 119th Psalm?"

Marty asked this in real earnest, and although Miss Walsh felt like
smiling, she answered gravely,

"I don't think it is quite the right spirit in which to study the Bible,
Marty--doing it only for the sake of the money, even if the money is for
missions."

"Oh! I shouldn't do it _just_ for the money, but I thought if I could
get more for a long Psalm than for a short one, I'd rather learn the
long one, and have more missionary money. But I shouldn't want to do it
if it was wrong, you know," Marty added, looking distressed.

"I know you would not," said Miss Walsh kindly. "I have no doubt your
motives are all right, though you can hardly explain them. I can
understand that you would be willing to do considerable hard work for
missions, and I am glad of your willingness and enthusiasm. They help
me."

Then Marty looked radiant.

There were other plans proposed, and every one had so much to say that
Miss Walsh had some trouble in getting the meeting to break up.

CHAPTER IX.

JENNIE.

"I do b'lieve," said Marty one day, after she had been a member of the
mission-band for several months, "I do b'lieve that hearing so much
about the poor little children in India and China and