If you can escape from joining in their games--but they are irresistible--do, and walk quietly round and take stock of these rescued little ones. Notice this small contingent just starting from the porch. Babies' brougham only consists of a small covered cart, with a highly respectable donkey--warranted not to proceed too fast--attached to it. Look at this group at the gate. They can't quite understand what "the genelman" with the cloth over his head and a big brown box on three pieces of stick is going to do, but it is all right. They are taught to smile here, and the photographer did not forget to put it down. And I open the gate and let them down the steps, the little girl with the golden locks all over her head sharply advising her smaller companions to "Come along--come along!" Then young Christopher mounts the rocking-horse of the establishment, the swinging-boats are quickly crammed up with passengers, and twenty or thirty more little minds are again set wondering as to why "the genelman" will wrap his head up in a piece of black cloth and cover his eyes whenever he wants to _see_ them! And the Castle perambulator! How pretty the occupants--how ready the hands to give Susan and Willie a trip round. They shout, they jump, they do all and more than most children, so wild and free is their delight. [Illustration: THE "CASTLE" PERAMBULATOR. _From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._] The sun is shining upon these one-time waifs and strays, these children of the East--the flowers seem to grow for them, and the grass keeps green as though to atone for the dark days which ushered in their birth. Let them sing to-day--they were made to sing--let them be _children_ indeed. Let them shout and tire their tiny limbs in play--they will sleep all the better for it, and eat a bigger breakfast in the morning. The nurses are beginning to gather in their charges. Laddie is leaping and barking round the hedge-rows in search of any wanderers. [Illustration: ON THE STEPS. _From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._] And the inhabitants of "Babies' Castle" congregate on the steps of their home. We are saying "Good-bye." "Jim Crow" is held up to the window inside, and little Ernest, the blind boy, waves his hands with the others and shouts in concert. I drive away. But one can hear their voices just as sweet to-night as on one day last summer! HARRY HOW. _Beauties:--Children._ [Illustration: MISS CROSS. _From a Photo. by A. Bassano._ MISS WATERLOW. _From a Photo by A. Bassano._ MISS IRIS MARGUERITE FOSTER. _From it Photo. by J. S. Catford, Ilfracombe._] [Illustration: MISS WHITE. MISS WINSTEAD. MISS SERJEANT. _From Photographs by Alex. Basanno._] [Illustration: MISS DUNLOP. _From a Photo. by A. Bassano._] [Illustration: MISS BEAUMONT. _From a Photo. by Pentney._] [Illustration: THE MISSES WHITE. _From a Photo. by A. Bassano._] _Shafts from an Eastern Quiver._ VIII.--THE MASKED RULER OF THE BLACK WRECKERS BY CHARLES J. MANSFORD, B.A. I.