Winifred paused to give a long, contented glance about the pretty,
comfortable room. Her mother softly stroked the fluffy little head
resting against her shoulder. She knew there was more to come.

"Well," Winifred went on after a moment, "I've been thinking a great
deal about that story. You see, I think I feel very much the way those
people did. Since you and father came home from California, and we came
here to live, I've been so very, very happy. I say a little prayer to
God about it sometimes, but I think I should like to do something for a
Thank Offering too."

"What would you like to do?" Mrs. Hamilton asked, stooping to kiss the
sweet, earnest little face.

"Well, I've been thinking about that, and it seems as if the best thing
would be to make some one else very happy. You know the five-dollar
gold-piece that Uncle Will gave me for Easter?"

"Yes, dear."

"Well, do you think he would mind very much if I spent it all on giving
somebody else a good time?"

"He would not mind in the least, I am sure, but I thought you had
decided to buy a bracelet just like Lulu Bell's."

"Yes, I had; but, you see, that was before I began to think about the
Thank Offering."

"Well, and when did you first begin to think of the Thank Offering?"
Mrs. Hamilton asked, smiling.

"It was yesterday afternoon, when Betty Randall was so disappointed
because the man at the livery stable told her it would cost five dollars
for a carriage to take her little brother for a drive. I've been
thinking about it ever since, and to-day at recess I told Lulu, and she
thinks just the same as I do."

"You mean that you would like to spend your five dollars in hiring a
carriage to take that little cripple boy and his sister for a drive?"

"Yes, mother; do you think I might? I don't know the little boy yet, but
I like Betty very much, and she was so disappointed."

Mrs. Hamilton was looking both pleased and interested.

"I do think you might," she said heartily, "and, Winnie, dear, I like
your idea of a Thank Offering very much indeed. I have been thinking a
good deal about that poor child myself ever since what you told me
yesterday. Didn't you say to-morrow would be the little boy's birthday?"

"Yes, to-morrow; and to-morrow will be Saturday too. Oh, mother, dear,
do you really think we could?"

"I will go up and call on Mrs. Randall this evening," said Mrs. Hamilton
with decision. "I have never met her, but I like her little girl's
ap