For Mrs.Blazowski found it a task beyond her ability to perform the domestic duties attaching to the care of seven children and a like number of boarders in her single room.

Mrs.French was seated on a stool with a little child of three years upon her knee.
"Doctor, don't you think that these children ought to go to the hospital to-day ?" she said, as the doctor entered.
"Why, sure thing; they must go.

Let's look at them." He tried to take the little child from Mrs.French's knee, but the little one vehemently objected.
"Well, let's look at you, anyway," said the doctor, proceeding to unwind some filthy rags from the little one's head.

"Great Scott!" he exclaimed in a low voice, "this is truly awful!" The hair was matted with festering scabs.

The ears, the eyes, the fingers were full of running sores.
"I had no idea this thing had gone so far," he said in a horrified voice.
"What is it ?" said Mrs.French.