Which was in about five minutes, for Edith lived in the same block and the little girls were constantly visiting each other. This being Saturday, of course there was no school. Marty ran in at the side gate and through the kitchen with a "How do, Mary?" to the cook. Edith heard her coming and called over the stairs, "O Marty, come right up! I was just wishing you would come over and help me." Marty flew up stairs and into the nursery. Edith's dolls were sitting in a row on the little bureau, some dressed and some undressed, and Edith was standing in front of them looking very much perplexed. "Oh! I'm so glad you've come," she said. "Now you can help me with these troublesome dolls." "What's the matter with them?" "Why, we've just heard that Aunt Julia and Fanny are coming to tea this evening, and of course I want the dolls to look decent. I wouldn't have Fanny see them in their everyday clothes for anything; and they don't seem to have enough good clothes to go around." "Let's see what they've got," said Marty, plunging into business with her usual energy. "Well," said Edith, "Queenie has her new white Swiss, so she's all right, and she can have Virginia's surah sash. Louisa Alcott can wear her black silk skirt and borrow Queenie's blue cashmere waist. But Harriet has nothing fit for an evening." "Let her wear the sailor suit she came in, and say she's just home from the seaside," suggested Marty, after a moment's meditation. "Yes, that will do," replied Edith. "But what about Virginia? Her white dress is soiled, her red gauze is badly torn, and she can't borrow from the others because she's so much larger. To be sure she has this pale blue tea-gown I made myself. Do you think it would be good enough?" and she held it up doubtfully. "No," said Marty candidly, "I don't think it would. It isn't made very well. It's kind of baggy. Hasn't she anything else?" "Nothing but a brown woollen walking dress and a Mother Hubbard wrapper." "Neither of those will do," Marty decided. Then she put her finger to her lip and thought. A bright idea occurred to her presently. "Put her to bed and make believe she's sick. She can wear the best nightdress, trimmed with lace, and we can put on the ruffled pillow-cases and fix up the bed real nice." "That will be splendid!" cried Edith. "I knew you'd think of something!" They went to work on the plans proposed, and soon had the whole family in presentable condition. So busy were they with the dolls that Marty would have forgotten the errand she came on, had she not happened to catch a glimpse of the blue box when Edith opened a drawer. Then she exclaimed, "Oh! Edie, what I came over for was to ask you why you save tenths." "Why I do what?" said Edith, wondering. "Why you put tenths away in your box. Why don't you save eighths or ninths or something else?" "Because the Bible says tenths," Edith replied.