“More goose you to work for money to give away; but if you are so very generous, buy half a yard, and then you will have three cents left to give, that is enough I am sure; but do as you like, I must go.  They have got some splendid pink, that would become you exceedingly.  Good bye;” and so saying she left her.

Charlotte walked thoughtfully on; her love of dress and finery was a ruling passion, and had been aroused at a most unfortunate moment; she had never possessed a piece of new ribbon, and she longed to see how it would look with her white cape.  Thus thinking she arrived at Mr. Drake’s store, and the first thing she saw temptingly displayed in a glass case upon the counter was the identical ribbon she coveted.  There were customers in the store, and Charlotte had to wait her turn; during those few moments various thoughts passed through her mind.

“If I buy the ribbon what will Annie say?” suggested conscience.  “Why need you care for Annie?” whispered temptation, “the ribbon will look pretty and becoming; you earned the money, and beside, Annie need not know anything about it; tell her you had not time to change the money, and throw the pennies quickly in the box; there will be more there, and no one will know how much you put in.”

Poor Charlotte! she did not know that the best way to avoid sin is to flee from temptation.  The shopman was at leisure, and waited to know what she wished.  She had not decided what to do; but the ribbon was uppermost in her thoughts, and she asked, “What is the price of that ribbon?” “Four cents,” said the shopman as he quickly unrolled it; “here are pink, white, blue and yellow; pink I should think the most becoming to you, Miss.  How much shall I cut you? enough to trim a bonnet?”

Charlotte was agitated; the man’s volubility confused her, and she stammered forth, “Half a yard, if you please, sir.”

It was cut off, rolled up, and in her hand, and she had paid the two cents before she collected her thoughts; and then as she slowly returned home, she unfolded her purchase, and tried in her admiration of its gay color to forget she had done wrong.

Perhaps if Charlotte had read her Bible she would have remembered how Ananias and his wife Sapphira were struck dead for mocking the Lord, by pretending they had given all when they had reserved a part of their goods.  Their sin consisted not so much in keeping back a part as in lying unto God; and this sin Charlotte was about to commit by pretending to put in the mission box more than she really did.

Sunday morning dawned bright and lovely.  Annie was up and tidily dressed long before the hour for school.  She had time to sing a sweet morning hymn, and to feed the tame robins with the crumbs she had carefully swept up, and then with her little Bible sat down to study her lesson again, and assure herself that she had it perfect.  As she read the sacred volume, and dwelt upon its precious promises, which her mother had explained to her, she felt doubly sorry for those poor people who were deprived of so great a blessing; and then she thought of her little offering, and wished with all her heart it had been more.