Grandma Elsie and her older daughters were in Violet’s boudoir.

“I had letters this morning, from your brothers Harold and Herbert, Vi, and have brought them with me to read to you,” the mother said, taking the missives from her pocket.

“Thank you, mamma; I am always glad to hear what they write; their letters are never dull or uninteresting,” Violet replied, her sister Elsie adding, “They are always worth hearing, Lester and I think.  What dear boys they are!”

“And quite as highly appreciated by my husband as by yours, Elsie,” Violet said with a bright, happy look.

“They are a great blessing and comfort to their mother,” Grandma Elsie remarked, “as indeed all my children are—­their letters always a source of pleasure, but these even more so than most; for they show that my college boys are greatly stirred up on the subject of missions at home and abroad; full of renewed zeal for the advancement of the Master’s cause and kingdom.”

She then read the letters which gave abundant evidence of the correctness of her estimate of the state of her sons’ minds.

They were working as teachers in a mission Sunday school, as Bible readers and tract distributors among the poor and degraded of the city where they were sojourning; doing good to bodies as well as souls—­their mother supplying them with means for that purpose in addition to what she allowed them for pocket-money;—­also exerting an influence for good among their fellow students.

They told of interesting meetings held for prayer and conference upon the things concerning the kingdom; of renewed and higher consecration on the part of many who were already numbered among the Master’s followers, and the conversion of others who had hitherto cared for none of these things.

The reading of the letters was followed by an earnest talk between the mother and her daughters, in which Violet told of her husband’s plans for giving through his children, in addition to what he would give in other ways.

“What excellent ideas?” Grandma Elsie exclaimed, her eyes shining with pleasure.  “I shall adopt both with my younger two children, one with all of you.”

“Which is that last, mamma?” asked Violet sportively.

“The letting each of you select an object for a certain sum which I shall give.”

“Mamma, that is very nice and kind,” remarked her daughter Elsie, “but we should give of our own means.  Do you not think so?”

“You may do that in addition,” her mother said.  “I have seven children on earth—­eight counting Zoe, and one in heaven.  I shall give a thousand dollars in the name of each.”

“Mamma, I for one fully appreciate your kindness, but think you would make a wiser choice of objects than we,” said Violet, looking lovingly into her mother’s eyes.

“I want you to have the pleasure,” her mother answered, “and I am reserving much the larger part of what I have to give, for objects of my own selection; for it has pleased the Lord to trust me with the stewardship of a good deal of the gold and silver which are his.”