supplement, though I can't say I see the likeness myself."

At this, the two gentlemen, who had seemed decidedly bored than
otherwise at the interruption, deigned to bestow a moment of their
attention upon the beautiful child in the faded gingham dress.

"She got skeered to the theyater the other day," put in Joey, "an' most
cried when they clapped so, an' they promised her anything she wanted if
she wouldn't next time----"

"And her didn't cwy," declared the baby, turning a pair of indignantly
reproachful eyes upon Joey, "her danced, her didn't cwy."

"Ain't yer goin' to dance fer us now?" coaxed Mr. Tomlin.

"No," said the Angel naughtily, then relenting at sight of her Tomlin's
face, "her'll sing, her won't dance."

The pleasant gentleman, thinking, perhaps to please Mr. Tomlin, or maybe
to get rid of them the sooner, produced a red ribbon badge. "Ef ze will
sing," he said, showing his white teeth as he smiled, "ze shall hav it."

Turning to view this new party, her ladyship treated him to a brief
examination, but evidently approving of him, began to sing with no more
ado:

"Je suis si l'enfant gate
Tra la la la, tra la la,
Car je les aime les petits pates.
Et les confitures,
Si vous voulez me les donner
Je suis tres bien oblige,
Tra la la la, tra la la,
Tra la la la, tra la la."

Only a word here and there could have been intelligible, but their
effect upon the pleasant gentleman was instantaneous. He broke into a
torrent of foreign exclamations and verbosity, showing his teeth and
gesticulating with his hands.

A strange light came into the baby's face and she held out her arms to
the little man entreatingly. "Oui, oui," she cried, a spot of red
burning on each cheek, "you take Angel to her mamma, take Angel to her
mamma!"

But here the door of the Tomlin's room opened hastily, and the neighbor
who was sitting with the sick woman thrust out her head. "She's talkin'
mighty wild an' out her head," she said, "you'd better come to her."

Mr. Tomlin rose hastily, while the dark little man, yielding to the
child's entreaties, took her in his arms.

But the red-headed gentleman laid a dirty hand on Mr. Tomlin's arm.
"Just as I was saying," he said, as if resuming a broken-off
conversation, "no doctor, no medicine. Why? No work, no wages. Why? The
heel of the rich man grinding the poor to the earth."

Mr. Tomlin hesitated.

"It's entirely a meeting of Union men.