It happened to fall my way.

I took it as a means to get to your heart." "But it is yours, please take it.

It will be useful." "No," she said scornfully, "I can't tell you how low I should fall in my own estimation if I took your money! Money," she added, with ringing contempt, "why, that's all there is to _you!_ It's your god! Shall I make your god my god?
No, thank you, Mr.Ryder!" "Am I as bad as that ?" he asked wistfully.
"You are as bad as that!" she answered decisively.
"So bad that I contaminate even good money ?" He spoke lightly but she noticed that he winced.
"Money itself is nothing," replied the girl, "it's the spirit that gives it--the spirit that receives it, the spirit that earns it, the spirit that spends it.

Money helps to create happiness.

It also creates misery.