one that isn't pieced. Then I thought how pale and sick
Jimmy looks, and how much he wants to go to the country, and how much
good it would do him to go, and how he has no nice times as I have, and,
I declare, I'd rather wear pieced coats all the rest of my life than not
have him go." She winked her eyes very hard to keep back the tears.

"Very well," said Mrs. Ashford, stroking the little girl's flushed
cheek, "we will consider it settled. I will write to Mrs. Watson this
afternoon, inclosing the money, and telling her about Jimmy."

By Saturday a reply came from Mrs. Watson saying that arrangements had
been made to send Jimmy to a kind woman in the country, who would take
good care of him, and it was probable the money Marty had sent would pay
his board there for nearly three weeks. She also said that Jimmy had
been very poorly again. Dr. Fisher, finding him in Mrs. Scott's room one
day when he called, had seen how miserable the boy was, and had given
him medicine, and had said, when he heard he was going to be sent to the
country, that it would be just the thing, better than any amount of
medicine. The letter also stated that Mrs. Fisher had fitted Jimmy out
in some of her little boy's clothes. So he would be very comfortable.

"Could anything be nicer!" exclaimed Marty. "I'm so glad of it all!"

The same mail that brought Mrs. Watson's letter brought Marty's little
missionary magazine, which she always wanted to sit right down and
read.

"Now," said her mother, after they had got through talking over the
letter, "I wish you would mind Freddie while I write some letters."

Marty took her magazine into the back yard where Freddie was playing
with his wheelbarrow under the lilac-bushes. She sat down by the big
pear-tree to read, though not forgetting to keep an eye on her little
brother's proceedings. Missions seemed as interesting as ever as she
read. Presently she saw Evaline coming out of the kitchen with a pail of
water and brush to scrub the back steps.

"Evaline," she called, "when you get through your work come down here
where I'm minding Freddie, wont you? I want to tell you something."

"Yes," replied Evaline, "I'll come pretty soon. This is the last thing
I've got to do."

She soon came and threw herself on the grass beside Marty, who forthwith
began showing her the magazine and telling her in a rather incoherent
way about mission work in general and their band in particular. She told
how many belong