"'A PROBLEM ABOUT STUTEN MONEY. "'Most of you know, it is true, right well what _stuten_ money is, but certainly all do not. Among us, when people go to church on Sunday, the children and younger serving people of the peasants get a groschen to take along, with which they can buy a stuten, that is, a white roll, at noon when they come out of church; by the help of which they can stay in the village and so go to church again in the afternoon. Now there are a boy, a girl, and an old woman known to me, who have no other money but the stuten money they get on Sundays. So each one of them falls to considering how he or she can do something for the heathen. And they arrange it on this wise. One of them every other Sunday eats no roll, and thinks within herself, "I ate as much as I wanted this morning at home, and I can do the same again this evening." The two others buy each a small roll for half a groschen, and lay up the other half-groschen every Sunday; and when the year comes round, they have all three of them, counting the festivals, thirty groschen saved up, and bring them with glad, smiling faces to go for the conversion of the heathen. And upon being afterwards asked whether hunger did not often trouble them on Sunday? they say, they have always felt as if they had had enough; and, with God's help, they will do the same way next year.'" "What sort of a story do you call that?" asked Flora when her brother paused. "I call it a story of what can be done." "And _I_ call it a story of what ought not to be done. Both the children and the old woman needed their bread for themselves; it was not good for them to go without it. And what is a groschen? or thirty groschen?" "What are 'two mites, which make a farthing?'" "Oh, that is in the Bible." "But it was in a poor woman's heart first, or we should never have had it in the Bible." "Well, look at our luncheon," said Flora. "I will look at it when I see it. What then?" "Do you mean that we shall do wrong to eat it?" "Not at all." "How can those people be right and we not wrong?" "Yes, Ditto," said Maggie. "I do not understand." "Those people must give their groschen or give nothing. It was all they could give." "But we might give more than we do, if we would live on bread and water," said Flora. "If we are to give all we _could_ give, our luncheon would come to a good many groschen, I can tell you." "We must ask Mr. Murray. I am not wise enough to talk to you," said Meredith. "I hope he will come; we are getting work ready for him. Meantime I will read you another little story. Maybe we shall find some light. "'AS POOR, YET MAKING MANY RICH.