h to deny yourselves some little pleasure now
and then. I think you would resolve to do so, if you could go with me
sometimes to the missionary school, and see the little children
sitting in rows, learning to read about Jesus, and hear them asking
for more books to take home, that they may tell the tidings of
salvation to their heathen parents. O yes! I am sure you would want to
help them then; for you would remember that heathen children, like
yourselves, have souls which must live for ever and ever; and you
would long that they should come to the knowledge of the Saviour, who
died for them as well as for you.

"It is now time that I should finish this long letter; so farewell,
dear Louisa and Emma. Your uncle sends his love to you. We often talk
of you, and pray that you may be the children of God, through faith in
his dear Son. Your ever affectionate,

"AUNT HARDING."

CHAPTER VIII.

USE OF MONEY.

Emma found a great deal to think about in this letter, and it led to
frequent talk with her mother about the heathen, for whom she began to
feel much concern. When she heard how Christian people were trying to
help them, and had read some accounts which her mother lent to her,
telling of the happy change that, through the blessing of God, had
been brought about in many cases by the preaching of the gospel, she
wished that Louisa and herself could join in doing something, though
ever so little, for this good cause. The love of Christ was in her
heart: when this is the case, it will be sure to show itself in love
for the souls of others.

But Louisa, when spoken to on the subject, said that she had not
anything to give. "I am very sorry, though, that the poor Hindoos
should worship idols," she said; "and when I grow older, and have more
money, I will do a great deal for them, depend upon it."

"But why not help them a little _now_?" said Emma.

"Because I have no money," replied Louisa; "no money I mean except
what is in my little savings bank, and I should not like to part with
that. As for you, Emma, you never can save up a shilling; so that I am
sure you have not anything to spare."

"Ah," said Emma, "that is true, to be sure; I never can save my money,
and so I will tell you what I mean to do. Mamma gives us threepence a
week, to spend as we please, you know; but I will only take twopence
for the time to come, and I shall ask her to give the other pennies to
the Tract Society at the end of the year. F