coins were going into the box with all her heart.
"You know what it is?" said my hostess.
"I see, ma'am," I replied; "it is written under."
"That box is the Lord's treasury."
"Yes, ma'am," I said,—"I know."
"Do you remember how much that woman gave?"
"Two mites,"—I said.
"It was something more than that," said my hostess. "It was more than anybody else gave that day. Don't you recollect? It was all her living."
I looked at Miss Cardigan, and she looked at me. Then my eyes went back to the picture, and to the sad yet sweet and most loving face of the poor woman there.
"Ma'am," said I, "do you think people that are rich ought to give all they have?"