boy of four or five, who was lying on the floor, and a baby at the breast. Mrs. Warden gazed at the pallid little creature, and could not believe that it was thirteen months old. At home in his cradle she herself had a little colossus of seven months, who was at least half as big again as this child.
"You must give the baby something strengthening." she said; and she had visions of phosphate food and orange jelly.
At the words "something strengthening," a shaggy head looked up from the bedstraw; it belonged to a pale, hollow-eyed man with a large woollen comforter wrapped round his jaws.
Mrs. Warden was frightened. "Your husband?" she asked.
The poor woman answered yes, it was her husband. He had not gone to work to-day because he had such bad toothache.
Mrs. Warden had had toothache herself, and knew how painful it is. She uttered some words of sincere sympathy.
The man muttered something, and lay back again; and at the same moment Mrs. Warden discovered an inmate of the room whom she had not hitherto observed.
It was a quite young girl, who was seated in the corner at the other side of the stove. She stared for a moment at the fine lady, but quickly drew back her head and bent forward, so that the visitor could see little but her back.
