She stepped from the door, laying down her knife upon the table, moved not by the glowing picture of Mrs.French's words, but by the touch upon her arm and the face that smiled into hers.

Once more the mother spoke.
"Will you go too ?" interpreted the little girl.
"Yes, surely.

I go too," she replied.
This brought the mother's final surrender.

She seized Mrs.French's hand, and bursting into loud weeping, kissed it again and again.
Mrs.French put her arms around the weeping woman, and unshrinking, kissed the tear-stained, dirty face.

Dr.Wright looked on in admiring silence.
"You are a dead sport," he said.