Soon one little boy among them said, “See, there is a little girl. She is cold and is crying on the street; she is hungry too, let us help her.” They drew near, and the child, feeling comforted (she knew not why), sobbed more softly and prayed: “O, my mamma in heaven, _can you hear_ me and send help to brother and baby--you loved us so?” Then the spirit children saw a man approaching; they fairly _pushed him toward the weeping child_ to whom he spoke kindly asking: “What is the matter my little girl?” “O, sir, my mother is dead, and my brother is sick and the baby has nothing to eat. We’re so cold in that room.” “Can you take me there?” asked the man, and he held out his hand for her to lead him. She clasped two of his fingers with her tiny hand and led him through the dark streets to a narrow alley and up some dark, creaking stairs. Yes, there was little brother crying for “mamma,” for “sister,” and the baby asleep but sobbing. The kind-hearted man saw everything at a glance. “Don’t cry, my little man. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Take care of them, little lady, until I come.” The spirit children had helped, and helped; they saw the spirit mother looking very sad, bending above the baby, and then above “little brother.” They also tried to comfort him and help the little girl. They saw the man go to a telephone and talk with some one and they could see and feel the light of kindness with which he spoke and in which the answers came. How quick he was! He found a place to buy food. He came back soon, built a fire, warmed some milk, gave the other children something to ease the worst pangs of hunger. Presently a woman came--such a kind heart! She too worked fast. She gave the baby some food prepared in the milk, helped the little sick boy, who was more in need of bodily comfort than anything else, soothed and fed the little girl who, little mother that she was, at once aided in caring for the baby. How the spirit children worked too! They had made the man see and hear the little girl, had aided in guiding her to the dismal room called “home”, had helped him find the telephone and the place to buy the food, had helped the woman to find the place, had helped take care of the children and comfort them and the spirit mother. “Now,” said the Teacher, “we will return to our beautiful home.” One little boy whispered to the Teacher: “I know there are more children and people who need help down there. Can we go again and help?” “Whenever you choose to make rainbows or flowers or other beautiful things we will go.” And they rejoiced. Lo! As they passed through the encompassing clouds circles of rainbows o’er-spanned them and paths of rainbows guided them to their spirit-home. When the other children saw them approaching they sang, “O, the rainbows! O, the rainbows! When you dry the tears of sorrow and help those in need you make rainbows.”