Hattie Wiatt, a little girl, came to a small Sunday school and asked to be taken in, but it was explained there was no room for her. In less than two weeks she fell ill, and slipped away on her own little last pilgrimage, and no one guessed her strange little secret until beneath her pillow was found a torn pocketbook with fifty-seven pennies in it, wrapped in a scrap of paper on which was written, To help build the little Temple bigger, so that more children can go to Sunday school. She had saved her pennies for the cause which was nearest her heart. The pastor told the incident to his congregation, and the people began making donations for the enlargement. The papers told it far and wide, and within five years those fifty-seven pennies had grown to be $250,000, and today in Philadelphia, can be seen a great church, the Baptist Temple, seating 3,300, famous Temple University, a Temple Hospital, and a Temple Sunday school so large that all who wish may come and be comfortable. She was only a little girl, but who can estimate the result of her unselfishness, and her fifty-seven pennies?