On reading the April Journal the thought came to me to send in my mite to the Children's department. The May Journal was received and read, and still I was careless and did not write. To-day brings the June Journal, more practical and full of work than any number yet. It impelled me to make the attempt to now briefly state a demonstration of our little Myrtle (five years old, May 24th).
She has been saving her pennies, in her bank, for several months, in view of a birthday party, and had made all her plans of what she should buy for that occasion. I had been thinking about matters connected with the Church Building Fund, so one day, while at work in the yard, I said,— "Myrtle, don't you think you had better send your dollar to Boston to help build the Christian Science Church?" "No! I am going to have a birthday party!" Nothing more was said, by either of us, on the subject, and the conversation had been entirely forgotten by me, until about two weeks after this, as I was coming home to dinner, Myrtle came to meet me with this greeting:— "Papa, I am going to send my money in a letter to Boston, to build the Christian Science Church." "All right!" I answered. "But, Myrtle, you can't have a birthday party then." "I don't care. I will have a Church." No one had said anything to her about sending the money, after it was first mentioned. Accordingly you will herein find enclosed, draft for one dollar, to be used to help furnish "Mother's Room."
It seems that the child had been thinking of the matter all this time, and finally decided in favor of Truth. It is a love offering from her, as a little Christian Scientist. She looks for no reward whatever. "I don't want nothin'," she says.
