“Here is a contribution to the church, my little one,” said Edward, when he reached home, “which I think you will agree with me is worth more than all the five-pound notes we have received.  Sixpence from Mary Falla!”

“Dear little Mary!  Put it into the church-bag, Edward.  If our church could be all built with such sixpences as those—­”

And in the church-bag we must leave the Sixpence, resting a little while before it goes forth again on its errands of joy and sorrow, of blessing and cursing.

There was a little stone in the church-tower far more precious than all the rest.  It was not a cut stone; it did not sparkle in the bright sun which shone on the consecration-day; none of the colours of the ruby, emerald, or amethyst, beamed from it; it was a richer gem than they—­the gift of a willing heart.

London:—­Printed by G. Barclay, Castle St. Leicester Sq.