I will try to shine for Jesus." And the sick man was Georgia's father.
Jesus, looking down at her that day, said, "She hath done what she could,"
and gave the blessing.
"I believe I will not go for a walk," said Helen, hesitatingly. "I will
finish that dress of mother's; I suppose I can if I think so."
"Why, child, are you here sewing?" her mother said. "I thought you had gone
for a walk."
"No, mother; this dress seemed to be in my 'corner,' so I thought I would
finish it."
"In your 'corner'!" her mother repeated in surprise, and then Helen told
about the knives. The doorbell rang, and the mother went thoughtfully to
receive her pastor. "I suppose I could give more," she said to herself, as
she slowly took out the ten dollars that she had laid aside for missions.
"If that poor child in the kitchen is trying to do what she can, I wonder
if I am. I will make it twenty-five dollars."
And I seemed to hear Georgia's guardian angel say to another angel,
"Georgia Willis gave twenty-five dollars to our dear people in India
today."
"Twenty-five dollars!" said the other angel.
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