workers in these various branches of the Lord's work.

My husband was in the midst of his accounts when I asked him to give me
five pounds for this purpose. He told me it was impossible, as we had
barely enough for the journey to China. As I left him I wondered why I
seemed to have these gifts so definitely laid upon me to send away, when
there was no money. Reasoning that if the thing were really of the Lord
he could himself give me what he wished me to send, I put the matter
from my mind.

That evening's mail brought a letter from a stranger living some
distance away, judging from the postmark; for the letter had no address,
and was not signed. The letter said:

"I do not know you, nor have I met you, but the Lord seems to have laid
it on my heart to send you this five-pound note as a farewell gift, to
do what you think best with."

It was with a joyful heart I sent off the gifts to the five Christian
workers in Britain. Had the giver said it was "for work in China," as
was usually the case, I could not have used it for any other purpose.

How to get the sewing done for my family and yet meet the pressing calls
made upon me as the wife of a pioneer missionary, for almost thirty
years has been perhaps the most difficult and constant problem of my
missionary life. In connection with the solving of this problem, I have
seen some of the most precious evidences of God's willingness to
undertake in the daily details of life.

The following story must be given in detail to be really understood, as
one of the striking instances of how God, in his own wonderful way, can
work out the seemingly impossible.

Returning home to our station from an unusually strenuous autumn's
touring, I planned as usual to give the month of December to the
children's sewing, so as to leave January largely free for a
Bible-women's training class. But my health broke down, and I could make
scarcely any headway with the thirty-five or forty garments which had to
be made or fixed over, before the children returned to their school in
Chefoo. By the eighteenth of December we decided to cancel the class on
account of my ill-health; and to all the women, except one whom I
entirely forgot, I sent word not to come.

As the days passed, the burden of the almost untouched sewing became
very great. At last I cried to the Lord to undertake for me. And how
wonderfully he did! On December twenty-eighth, when I was conducting the
Chinese women's prayer-m