it I
can't quite make up my mind. If this awful heat would let up! I'll
leave some drops to be given to her and will come in one my first
round in the morning. I haven't been to the Settlement House yet."

"Oh, you must go. That little Mary Burns died at noon, and her mother
is half crazy over it. Poor little thing, deformed and all that. This
child has a nice straight body and a fine smooth skin. I'll go round
in Arch street and see what I can learn about her."

"She looks worth saving if life really holds anything for her. Poor
things! Why are so many sent into the world 'just to toil.'"

"I was going over----"

"Never mind now. I'll attend to it all, and see the Burns' priest.
Don't be worried. These drops will keep up her strength," nodding to
Marilla. "And I will report in the morning."

Dr. Richards went his way. Miss Armitage sat and considered. Perhaps
it would be as well to go to Mrs. Borden's. They would be feeling
much alarmed, no doubt. She explained to Jane and put on her hat again
and picked up her sun umbrella, for some streets were still in a glow.
This was the best part of the city however, and there were some fine
trees.

She stopped and looked in a directory. There was only one Borden
living on Arch street, a Mr. John Borden, lawyer. She made a note of
the number. Arch street was some distance farther west, and then only
a block or so. A very nice looking three-story brick with a stone
stoop. She mounted and rang the bell. There certainly was a child or
children crying.

A young woman much distraught answered the door. And now positive
howls greeted her ears.

"We are in such trouble," apologized the woman.

"I am Miss Armitage and live in Loraine place, nearly opposite where
the little girl fainted. Did the babies get home safely?"

"Oh, we are so glad! Won't you please come upstairs for my sister
can't leave the children. We have been almost crazy! One boy said she
fell off the steps. Is she much hurt?"

"She had a bad fainting spell. The doctor came and he hardly knows
what to think until tomorrow. The policeman proposed sending her to
the Hospital, but I am one of the managers of the Settlement House in
Beacon street, so I had her brought over to my house. A fall, you
said?"

"That was what a boy said--that she tumbled off the step. Oh, Pansy
dear, do hush! You miss Marilla, don't you? The best little nurse in
all the world. Oh, what _can_ we do without her!"

Mrs. Borden was pa