"Yes; he's cold. Sometimes I look to see him drip like an icicle brought into a warm room, but I guess he's not so bad as he acts sometimes. But who's the little Jew girl?" "She is that little Jew kid's mother." "The baby with the black eyes and the big nose? Well, he ain't pretty, but he's clever." "The girl couldn't make but five dollars a week and she couldn't pay any one to keep the baby, and she had no people, so she gave it to you. But she's a nice little thing, and willing to work and be with her boy." "That makes four nurses, and perhaps there'll be more answer. Now you figger what I ought to pay 'em. I want to be just, but I ain't goin' to be extravagant. And send them up to-morrow. And, Doctor, I been a thinkin'. These mothers ought to be learnt somethin' so's they can make a livin' when they leave here. They can't live here forever, perhaps. Mis' Fearn was over here the other day and said somethin' about tryin' to get a good sewin' woman--some one who could make dresses in the house for the children and make over her old ones, and do odds and ends that she can't get the big dressmakers to do. She says she pays three dollars a day but that it's hard to get good ones. Why can't we get some one to teach our mothers to be dressmakers--real good ones--then they can always make a livin'." "That's an idea, Miss Doane, and a good one. We'll think it over." "Well, you figger it out; but we got enough to think about jest now. We've got a good start--twelve babies and four mothers. I think I'll stop with that. Twelve is a good number." Just then James came to the door with a disgusted look on his face. He glanced from one to the other in perplexity. Drusilla looked up. "What is it, James?" James was plainly embarrassed. "I'd--I'd--like to speak to Dr. Eaton. I think I'd better speak to him first." "What do you want to say to him you can't say to me? Has some one sent for him?" "No--no--" "Well, is it private? What you so nervous about, James? You look foolish." "Well--well--" "Say it! What is it?" "Well, ma'am--there's another baby come." "_What!"_ cried Drusilla, sitting erect in her chair. "What!" exclaimed Dr. Eaton. "Where's the watchman?" "I don't know, sir. The baby was found at the laundry door, and no one was in sight, though we all searched the grounds and the roads." "Well, I swan! I thought we'd stopped. What'll we do with it?" James said impressively: "We'd better send this one to the police station." "James," said Drusilla severely, "I've told you I won't send a baby to the police station. Bring it up and let me see it!" "But, ma'am, this is different--" Drusilla sniffed. "It can't be much different. A baby is a baby--" "But, ma'am--Dr. Eaton--I--" "James, I said bring it up. Now bring it up at once, I say!"