Now, I must needs creep through the bedrooms, every one of which 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 four-year-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. [Illustration: "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. "But why does that little boy sleep by you?" I questioned again. [Illustration: "IN THE INFIRMARY." _From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._] "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 walking down here. He was fast aseep. I got up ever so quick." [Illustration: "A QUIET PULL." _From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._] "And what did you do?' "Put him in his bed again!" [Illustration: "IN THE SCHOOLROOM." _From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._] I went upstairs with Sister Alice to the nursery. Here are the very smallest of them all. Some of the occupants of the white enamel cribs--over which the name of the babe appears--are only a very few weeks old. Here is Frank in a blue frock. It was Frank who came in the condensed milk box. He is still at his bottle as he was when first he came. Sleeping opposite each other are the fat lady and gentleman of the establishment. Annie is only seven months and three days old. She weighs 16lb. 4oz. She was bathed later on--and took to the water beautifully. Arthur is eleven months. He only weighs 22lb. 4oz.! Eighteen gallons of milk are consumed every day at "Babies' Castle," from sixty to seventy bottles filled per diem, and all the bottle babies are weighed every week and their record carefully kept. A glance through this book reveals the indisputable fact that Arthur puts on flesh at a really alarming rate. But there are many others who are "growing" equally as well. The group of youngsters who were carried from the nursery to the garden, where they could sit in their chairs in the sunshine and enjoy a quiet pull at their respective bottles, would want a lot of beating for healthy faces, lusty voices, and seemingly never-to-be-satisfied appetites.