"The money give out," said Lottie, clutching at her hat to prevent its escape. "Money is the matter with most everything," Maggie said, drawing her shawl closer about her with a grown-up air, and a grown-up sigh. The money of which the children talked was "The Fresh Air Fund," a sum of money that good men and women raised to give poor children who live in the great city a chance to go into the country for a few days, and breathe the sweet air, run on the grass, pick flowers, and drink fresh milk, all about which they knew nothing. This Mission School was very large, but nearly all had been to the country; some for two whole weeks. By some means these little girls had been overlooked. Mrs. Eastman, their teacher, had been absent from her class for six weeks, and all were glad to see her pleasant face in the teacher's chair this morning. "Now I suppose you must first tell me what a fine time you had in the country," she said "but as our class is so large, we shall not be able to hear a story from each one. Let all who had a good time in the country raise their hands." The hands went up instantly—all except four. They sat together, so Mrs. Eastman had no trouble in seeing their hands were not raised, and that they did not wear the bright look of the other children. "What is the matter here?" she asked kindly. "No hands up this end of the class? Maggie, Lottie, how is it? Did you not like the country?" "We never went to no country," the little girls responded in a chorus. After Mrs. Eastman had inquired all about it, and heard how much they wished to go, and said how sorry she was that it had happened so, she wrote down very carefully their names, and just where they lived. Then she asked them if they had ever told Jesus about it. "No, we never did," they said. "Well, my dear little girls," she said, "don't you know when you have trouble, there is where you must take it? You must tell Jesus to-night how much you want to go to the country, and ask him to send you. You know it would not be a good thing for you to go for a long visit, now that your schools have opened, but if you could go for one day, would you not like it?" "Oh, yes, yes!" they all answered again. "Well you ask him, and then wait and see what he will do." It was almost as good as going to the country to have such loving eyes look into theirs, and say, "My dear little girls!" They all promised to do as she wished them to. "I don't see how it'll be done," Maggie said, on the way home, "when the money is all gone; but teacher said Jesus could do hard things." Monday was a long day, because these little girls were expecting something to happen. For had not teacher said, "Ask Jesus, and see what he will do for you?" Sun enough, great news was waiting them when they got home. Maggie and Lottie came running over to Mrs. Shaw's all out of breath. "Look at that!" said Maggie, holding out a note written on rose tinted paper, in letters almost as plain as print.