"She fought death with a stubborn will that prolonged her life by months, they tell me. But in the end her frail body gave way.
"At the last she called little Martha to her bedside and made the child some sort of crazy promise that she would never leave her, no matter what anyone said about death and the like. Her sick body was only a worn-out coat, she told the child, that her real 'mommy' was throwing away so that it could not hinder her any longer in taking care of her baby.
"A natural thing to say, of course, but disastrous in its effect on a child's impressionable mind. It developed a complex in Martha . . . so weirdly borne out by coincidence, however, that I . . . I sometimes catch myself wondering! Really, it's . . . it's uncanny!"
Mrs. ellison laughed softly She was a matter-of-fact woman, little given to fantasy. But, nettled by her skepticism, the matron gave details.
"You think I'm imagining things?" she bridled. "Listen! There was the time a certain actress wanted to adopt the child. I can't think why she chose homely little Martha — unless as a foil for her own beauty. But all was in order and Martha was being sent for, although she behaved badly and screamed all night that her 'mommy' hadn't sent this lady for her.
"With the woman's secretary waiting in our very antechamber for Martha to be dressed, we received a call from the actress's press agent saying the deal was off. It appears she was simply adopting Martha as a publicity stunt, to swing public opinion her way when a nasty scandal broke in which her name would be involved. But that very morning she had fallen downstairs and fractured her nose! In case the plastic surgery wasn't successful, her agent informed me, the dear lady's contract might not be renewed and 'she couldn't support a child.' We read between the lines, of course, as the actress had millions salted away. . . .
"But there it stands. Martha was saved from such an adoption because something tripped that cold-blooded woman and temporarily marred her looks!"
Mrs. Ellison gave another soft laugh. "A timely coincidence," she murmured, "Poor little Martha!"
"Yes," the matron nodded wryly. "But it strengthened her belief that her 'mommy' was watching over her interests night and day! As for the other children here, they're as convinced as she is . . . especially since the time that circus came to town, and our amusement fund didn't stretch over the last ten of our enrollment.
"Martha was one of those who drew lots and lost. She was heartbroken, like the other nine losers. Then suddenly, as I was lining up those who could go, little Martha ran forward and tugged at my arm.
"'Matron! Matron!' she cried, her eyes shining with excitement. 'Mommy says I can go! Mommy says to take all the others, and she'll pay their way somehow, so I can go!'
"Of course, that outburst upset the other children and raised their hopes so, I hadn't the heart to leave them behind, I decided to borrow the difference from our food bill and juggle accounts later. A foolhardy impulse, but you'll understand how I felt.
"So off they went to the circus, every one of them. They were fairly dancing with anticipation waiting outside the big tent while I bought the tickets; but my conscience was beginning to prickle. Those ten extra tickets meant a scantier
