You have nothing more to give.

The next week a poor little girl who has no hat, and can't go to Sunday-school, excites your sympathy, and you would be glad to give something toward buying her a hat--you have not a copper.

You go to Monthly Concert, and want to drop something into the contribution box, but Mrs.Littlejohn has eaten up what you might have given.

You want to do something for the poor freedmen, who are coming into our armies; you cannot do it, for you have nothing to give." "Well," said Gypsy, with a ludicrous expression of conviction and discomfiture, "I suppose so; I didn't think." "_Didn't think!_--the old enemy, Gypsy.

And now that I have pointed out the little mistakes you made this afternoon, I want to tell you, Gypsy, how pleased I am that you were so quick to feel sorry for the old woman, and so ready to be generous with your own money and help.