A little boy,came rushing into the house with a bunch of flowers which he had gathered for his mother.He was only a mite of a boy and did not know that a bit of golden rod and a piece of "butter and eggs," covered with dust and blighted by the adverse circumstances of growing in a city's vacant lot, could not have much value. But mother was out and the thoughtless sister laughed and said; "Mother wont care for those things.They are horried." The child's enthusiasm was chilled and he threw his precious offering away.
It is the motive, not the value of the offering, that counts with our loved ones when they give the best they can.
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