is a pattern of neatness. The boots and shoes are placed under the bed—not a sound is heard. Amongst the sleepers the "Midget" is to be found. It was the "Midget" who came in the basket from Newcastle, "with care." I had crept through all the dormitories save one, when a sight I had not seen in any of the others met me. It was in a double bed—the only one at "Babies' Castle." A little boy lay sleeping by the side of a fouryear-old girl. Possibly it was my long-standing leaning over the rails of the cot that woke the elder child. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at me.
"Annie's bath."
From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry.
"Who are you, my little one?" I whispered.
And the whisper came back—"I'm Sister's Fidget!"
"Sister's who?"
"Sister's Fidget, please, sir."
I learnt afterwards that she was a most useful young woman. All the clothes worn at "Babies'Castle" are given by friends. No clothing is bought, and this young woman has them all tried on her, and after the fitting of some thirty or forty frocks, etc., she—fidgets! Hence her name.
In the infirmary.
From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry.
"But why does that little boy sleep by you?" I questioned again.
"That's Erney. He walks in his seep. One night I couldn't seep. As I was tieing to look out of the window—Erney came
