One afternoon I got out of a streetcar to go to a home where my wife and I were to take tea with some friends. After paying my fare I had but seven cents left—all the money I had in the world. I did not even know where the money was coming from to buy breakfast for my family next morning, and yet I had no care as God had supplied our needs so often, I knew that He would now. A young woman got on the car and went to the front end of the car and dropped her five cents in the box. The driver opened the door and shook his head and said, “That five cents is bad.” She said, “That is all the five cents I have.” “Then,” he said, “you must get off the car.” The young woman was in great perplexity. I thought of my seven cents in my pocket, all the money I had, but I went to the front end of the oar and dropped five cents in the box and relieved the young woman’s embarrassment. I felt no poorer. I had no doubt that before I needed money, money would come. After going to the house of the friend, I went over town. As I was passing along the street a gentleman whom I knew got out of a carriage and went to his horse’s head. He saw me passing and held out his hand and said, “How do you do? How are you getting on in your work?” I told him I was getting on nicely. “Well,” he said “I want to give something for your work,” and he took out his pocketbook and gave me $200. The five cents had brought quick interest.