So I went up to the first cot, and, oh dear! there was such a sick little girl in it. I asked her if she would like a card, and she seemed so delighted that I gave her a beauty, with red and white fringe. Then all the children said, "Gi'me one too, lady! Oh, lady! gi'me one!" [Illustration: "I THINK I LOOKED SO SWEET."] Nobody ever called me "lady" before, but then I am most grown up now. One child there was just as old as I am; only he was a boy, and he had a big iron thing on his leg. When I gave him a card, he said, "Thank you marm, and merry Christmas!" Then they all waved their cards and cried "Merry Christmas! merry Christmas!" as I went out of the door. I hope I'll get ever so many cards this Christmas, so I can give them to the hospital children. It's such fun! KITTY'S TRAMP. One cold day in January Kitty Blake had dined with grandma and was on her way home through the fields. Perhaps you wonder why Kitty should walk in the fields when the snow was so deep. But there was a hard crust on the snow and she could skip along over it without breaking through. It was great fun. Suddenly she stopped, for there in a slight hollow in the snow lay a tiny bird. "Poor little birdie, it must have frozen to death," said Kitty softly, and a tear stood in her eye, for she has a tender heart for all little creatures. Then she said "Oh!" and gave a start that sent the tears tumbling over her muff for just that instant, one of the bird's legs twitched and the tears would not stay back. "P'r'aps it's still alive, after all;" she thought, and she picked it up and tucked it into her muff. Her muff was lined with fur. She reached home quite breathless, and when she took out the bird and laid it on mamma's lap, it gave one little "Peep!" stood on its legs, and then flew up into the ivy that ran all about the south bay window. "What made it make b'lieve dead?" asked Kitty. "It didn't make believe," said mamma. "I think it was dizzy. Birds sometimes are dizzy. But if you had not found it, it would soon have frozen to death." Kitty named him "The Tramp," and he lived in the bay window with mamma's plants. This bay window was shut off from the rest of the room by glass doors. It was a sunny and fragrant home for the little chickadee, and a lucky bird he was to have it just then. For on the first day of February it began to snow and snowed three days, and when it cleared there were piles and piles of snow. Great flocks of birds then came about the house searching for food. "We must feed them or they will die," said mamma. "The snow is so deep they cannot find food." So Kitty scattered meal and hemp seed on the snow and tied meaty bones on the lilac and rose bushes, and there wasn't a moment of the day when some blue jay, or snow bird, or chickadee, or robin, was not picking up grain, or pecking at the bones. "That is the way to have birds in winter!" said Kitty.