tle child of three years upon her knee。
〃Doctor； don't you think that these children ought to go to the hospital to…day？〃 she said； as the doctor entered。
〃Why； sure thing； they must go。 Let's look at them。〃
He tried to take the little child from Mrs。 French's knee； but the little one vehemently objected。
〃Well； let's look at you； anyway；〃 said the doctor； proceeding to unwind some filthy rags from the little one's head。 〃Great Scott！〃 he exclaimed in a low voice； 〃this is truly awful！〃
The hair was matted with festering scabs。 The ears； the eyes； the fingers were full of running sores。
〃I had no idea this thing had gone so far；〃 he said in a horrified voice。
〃What is it？〃 said Mrs。 French。 〃Is it〃
〃No； not itch。 It is the industrious and persevering eczema pusculosum； known to the laity as salt rheum of the domestic variety。〃
〃It has certainly got worse this last week；〃 said Mrs。 French。
〃Well； this can't go on another day； and I can't treat her here。 She must go。 Tell your mother；〃 said the doctor in a decided tone to a little girl of thirteen who stood near。
Mrs。 Blazowski threw up her hands with voluble protestation。 〃She says they will not go。 She put grease on and make them all right。〃
〃Grease！〃 exclaimed the doctor。 〃I should say so； and a good many other things too！ Why； the girl's head is alive with them！ Heavens above！〃 said the doctor； turning to Mrs。 French； 〃she's running over with vermin！ Let's see the other。〃
He turned to a girl of five； whose head and face were even more seriously affected with the dread disease。
〃Why； bless my soul！ This girl will lose her eyesight！ Now look here； these children must go to the hospital； and must go now。 Tell your mother what I say。〃
Again the little girl translated； and again the mother made emphatic reply。
〃What does she say？〃
〃She say she not let them go。 She fix them herself。 Fix them all right。〃
〃Perhaps we better wait； Doctor；〃 interposed Mrs。 French。 〃I'll talk to her and we'll try another day。〃
〃No；〃 said the doctor； catching up a shawl and wrapping around the little girl； 〃she's going with me now。 There will be a scrap； and you will have to get in。 I'll back you up。〃
As the doctor caught up the little child； the mother shouted； 〃No； no！ Not go！〃
〃I say yes；〃 said the doctor； 〃I'll get a policeman and put you all in prison。 Tell her。〃
The threat made no impression upon the mother。 On the contrary； as the doctor moved toward the door she seized a large carving…knife and threw herself before him。 For a moment or two they stood facing each other； the doctor uncertain what his next move should be； but determined that his plan should not fail this time。 It was Mrs。 French who interposed。 With a smile she laid her hand upon the mother's arm。
〃Tell her；〃 she said to the little girl； 〃that I will go with the children； and I promise that no hurt shall come to them。 And I will bring them back again safe。 Your mother can come and see them to…morrowto…day。 The hospital is a lovely place。 They will have nice toys； dolls； and nice things to eat； and we'll make them better。〃
Rapidly； almost breathlessly； and with an eager smile on her sweet face； Mrs。 French went on to describe the advantages and attractions of the hospital； pausing only to allow the little girl to translate。
At length the mother relented； her face softened。 She stepped from the door； laying down her knife upon the table； moved not by the glowing picture of Mrs。 French's words； but by the touch upon her arm and the face that smiled into hers。 Once more the mother spoke。
〃Will you go too？〃 interpreted the little girl。
〃Yes； surely。 I go too；〃 she replied。
This brought the mother's final surrender。 She seized Mrs。 French's hand； and bursting into loud weeping； kissed it again and again。 Mrs。 French put her arms around the weeping woman； and unshrinking； kissed the tear…stained； dirty face。 Dr。 Wright looked on in admiring silence。
〃You are a dead sport；〃 he said。 〃I can't play up to that； but you excite my ambition。 Get a shawl around the other kiddie and come along； or I'll find myself kissing the bunch。〃
Once more he started toward the door； but the mother was before him； talking and gesticulating。
〃What's the row now？〃 said the doctor； turning to the little interpreter。
〃She says she must dress them； make them clean。〃
〃It's a big order；〃 said the doctor； 〃but I submit。〃
With great energy Mrs。 Blazowski proceeded to prepare her children for their momentous venture into the world。 The washing process was simple enough。 From the dish…pan which stood upon the hearth half full of dirty water and some of the breakfast dishes； she took a greasy dish…cloth； wrung it out carefully； and with it proceeded to wash； not untenderly； the festering heads； faces and fingers of her children； resorting from time to time to the dishpan for a fresh supply of water。 This done； she carefully dried the parts thus diligently washed with the handkerchief which she usually wore about her head。 Then pinning shawls about their heads； she had her children ready for their departure； and gave them into Mrs。 French's charge； sobbing aloud as if she might never see them more。
〃Well；〃 said the doctor； as he drove rapidly away； 〃we're well out of that。 I was just figuring what sort of hold would be most fatal to the old lady when you interposed。〃
〃Poor thing！〃 said Mrs。 French。 〃They're very fond of their children； these Galicians； and they're so suspicious of us。 They don't know any better。〃
As they passed Paulina's house； the little girl Irma ran out from the door。
〃My mother want you very bad；〃 she said to Mrs。 French。
〃Tell her I'll come in this afternoon；〃 said Mrs。 French。
〃She want you now；〃 replied Irma； with such a look of anxiety upon her face that Mrs。 French was constrained to say； 〃Wait one moment； Doctor。 I'll see what it is。 I shall not keep you。〃
She ran into the house； followed by the little girl。 The room was full of men who stood about in stolid but not unsympathetic silence； gazing upon Paulina； who appeared to be prostrated with grief。 Beside her stood the lad Kalman； the picture of desolation。
〃What is it？〃 cried Mrs。 French； running to her。 〃Tell me what is the matter。〃
Irma told the story。 Early that morning they had gone to the jail； but after waiting for hours they were refused admission by the guard。
〃A very cross man send us away；〃 said the girl。 〃He say he put us in jail too。 We can see our fadder no more。〃
Her words were followed by a new outburst of grief on the part of Paulina and the two children。
〃But the Judge said you were to see him；〃 said Mrs。 French in surprise。 〃Wait for me；〃 she added。
She ran out and told the doctor in indignant words what had taken place； a red spot glowing in each white cheek。
〃Isn't it a shame？〃 she cried when she had finished her story。
〃Oh； it's something about prison rules and regulations； I guess；〃 said the doctor。
〃Prison rules！〃 exclaimed Mrs。 French with wrath rare in her。 〃I'll go straight to the Judge myself。〃
〃Get in；〃 said the doctor； taking up the lines。
〃Where are you going？ We can't leave these poor things in this way；〃 the tears gathering in her eyes and her voice beginning to break。
〃Not much；〃 said the doctor briskly； 〃we are evidently in for another scrap。 I don't know where you will land me finally； but I'm game to follow your lead。 We'll go to the jail。〃
Mrs。 French considered a moment。 〃Let us first take these children to the hospital and then we shall meet Paulina at the jail。〃
〃All right；〃 said the doctor； 〃tell them so。 I am at your service。〃
〃You are awfully good； Doctor；〃 said the little lady； her sweet smile once more finding its way to her pale face。
〃Ain't I； though？〃 said the doctor。 〃If the spring were a little further advanced you'd see my wings sprouting。 I enjoy this。 I haven't had such fun since my last football match。 I see the finish of that jail guard。 Come on。〃
Within an hour the doctor and Mrs。 French drove up to the jail。 There； at the bleak north door； swept by the chill March wind； and away from the genial light of the shining sun； they found Paulina and her children； a shivering； timid； shrinking group； looking pathetically strange and forlorn in their quaint Galician garb。
The pathos of the picture appeared to strike both the doctor and his friend at the same time。
〃Brute！〃 said the doctor； 〃it's some beast of an understrapper。 He might have let them in； anyway。 I'll see the head turnkey。〃
〃Isn't it terribly sad？〃 replied Mrs。 French。
The doctor rang the bell at the jail door； prepared for battle。
〃I want to see Mr。 Cowan。〃
The guard glanced past the doctor； saw the shrinking group behind him and gruffly announced； 〃This； is not the hour for visitors。〃
〃I want to see Mr。 Cowan；〃 repeated the doctor slowly； looking the guard steadily in the eye。 〃Is he in？〃
〃Come in；〃 said the guard sullenly； allowing the doctor and his friend to enter； and shutting the door in the faces of the Galicians。
In a few moments Mr。 Cowan appeared； a tall athletic man； kindly of face and of manner。 He greeted Mrs。 French and the doctor warmly。
〃Come into the office；〃 he said； 〃come in。〃
〃Mr。 Cowan；〃 said Mrs。 French； 〃there is a poor Galician woman and her children outside the door； the wife and children of the man who was condemned yesterday。 The Judge told them they could see the prisoner to…day。〃
〃The hour for visitors；〃 said Mr。 Cowan； 〃is three in the afternoon。〃
〃Could you not let her in now？ She has already waited for hours at the door this morning； and on being refused went home broken… hearted。 She does not understand our ways and is very timid。 I wish you could let her in now while I am here。〃
Mr。 Cowan hesitated。 〃I should greatly like to oblige you； Mrs。 French。 You know that。 Sit down； and I will see。 Let that woman and her children in；〃 he said to the guard。
The guard went sullenly to the door； followed by Mrs。 French。
〃Come in here；〃 he said in a gruff voice。
Mrs。 French hurried past him； took Paulina by the arm； and saying； 〃Come in and sit down；〃 led her to a bench and sat besi