e to us have awakened a new life in her
soul, and she exhibits a sweetness of temper beautiful to see. After
I had read a little story for her yesterday, she put her arms about
my neck and kissed me, saying, in her frank, impulsive way, 'Oh, Mrs.
Morton, I do love you so!' I had a great reward. Never do I spend an
hour among these children without thanking God that he put it into the
hearts of a few men and women who could be touched with the sufferings
of children to establish and sustain so good an institution."

The carriage stopped, and the driver swung open the door. They were
at the children's hospital. Entering a spacious hall, the two ladies
ascended to the second story, where the wards were located. There were
two of these on opposite sides of the hall, one for boys and one for
girls. Edith felt a heavy pressure on her bosom as they passed into the
girls' ward. She was coming into the presence of disease and pain, of
suffering and weariness, in the persons of little children.

There were twenty beds in the room. Everything was faultlessly clean,
and the air fresh and pure. On most of these beds lay, or sat up,
supported by pillows, sick or crippled children from two years of age
up to fifteen or sixteen, while a few were playing about the room. Edith
caught her breath and choked back a sob that came swiftly to her throat
as she stood a few steps within the door and read in a few quick glances
that passed from face to face the sorrowful records that pain had
written upon them.

"Oh, there's Mrs. Morton!" cried a glad voice, and Edith saw a girl who
was sitting up in one of the beds clap her hands joyfully.

"That's the little one I was telling you about," said the lady, and she
crossed to the bed, Edith following. The child reached up her arms and
put them about Mrs. Morton's neck, kissing her as she did so.

It took Edith some time to adjust herself to the scene before her. Mrs.
Morton knew all the children, and had a word of cheer or sympathy for
most of them as she passed from bed to bed through the ward. Gradually
the first painful impressions wore off, and Edith felt herself drawn to
the little patients, and before five minutes had passed her heart was
full of a strong desire to do whatever lay in her power to help and
comfort them. After spending half an hour with the girls, during which
time Edith talked and read to a number of them, Mrs. Morton said,

"Now let us go into the boys' ward."

They cro