w she'll have to wait till she gets some
more money."

"What does she do with all the money in the blue box?" Mrs. Ashford
inquired.

"Oh, she gives it to some mission-band!" replied Marty in a tone of
disgust.

"Is that the mission-band Miss Agnes Walsh wanted you to join?"

"Yes, ma'am; but I didn't want to take up my Saturdays going to a thing
like that, I'd rather play."

"Let me see," said Mrs. Ashford, "what is the name of that band?"

"_Missionary Twigs_," replied Marty. "Funny kind of a name, isn't it?"

Then presently she said, "I don't think Edith always takes the tenths
out fair; for when her grandma was away lately for six days she paid
Edith three cents a day for watering her plants, and of course that was
eighteen cents. So the tenth was a good deal over one cent and not
quite two, and yet Edith put two cents of it away."

"I think that was more than fair."

"Well, I suppose it was," Marty admitted. She actually sat quite still
for two or three minutes thinking, and then asked,

"Mamma--I never thought of this before but what do you suppose is the
reason she saves _tenths_? Why doesn't she save ninths or elevenths or
something else?"

"Why don't you ask her?" suggested Mrs. Ashford.

"I will," exclaimed Marty. "I'll ask her the very next time I go over
there."

Which was in about five minutes, for Edith lived in the same block and
the little girls were constantly visiting each other. This being
Saturday, of course there was no school. Marty ran in at the side gate
and through the kitchen with a "How do, Mary?" to the cook. Edith heard
her coming and called over the stairs,

"O Marty, come right up! I was just wishing you would come over and help
me."

Marty flew up stairs and into the nursery. Edith's dolls were sitting in
a row on the little bureau, some dressed and some undressed, and Edith
was standing in front of them looking very much perplexed.

"Oh! I'm so glad you've come," she said. "Now you can help me with these
troublesome dolls."

"What's the matter with them?"

"Why, we've just heard that Aunt Julia and Fanny are coming to tea this
evening, and of course I want the dolls to look decent. I wouldn't have
Fanny see them in their everyday clothes for anything; and they don't
seem to have enough good clothes to go around."

"Let's see what they've got," said Marty, plunging into business with
her usual energy.

"Well," said Edith, "Queenie has her new white Swiss, so she