"The love of money is the root of all evil--a very different thing.

Money can be a very fine thing." "Oh," said Jean, "that's what I want you to tell me.

How can I make this money a blessing ?" Mr.Macdonald gave his twisted smile.
"And am I to answer you in one word, Jean?
I fear it's a word too wide for a mouth of this age's size.

You will have to make mistakes and learn by them and gradually feel your way." "The most depressing thing about money," put in his wife, "is that the Bible should say so definitely that a rich man can hardly get into heaven.

Oh, I know all about a needle's eye being a gate, but I've always a picture in my own mind of a camel and an ordinary darning-needle, and anything more hopeless could hardly be imagined." Mrs.Macdonald had taken up a half-finished sock, and, as she disposed of the chances of all the unfortunate owners of wealth, she briskly turned the heel.