"It is hell pushing itself into visible manifestation--hell establishing itself on the earth, and organizing its forces for the destruction of human souls, while the churches are too busy enlarging their phylacteries and making broader and more attractive the hems of their garments to take note of this fatal vantage-ground acquired by the enemy." Mr.Dinneford stood and looked around him in a dazed sort of way.
"Is Grubb's court near this ?" he asked, recollecting the errand upon which he had come.
"Yes." "A young lady called to see you yesterday afternoon to ask about a child in that court ?" "Oh yes! You know the lady ?" "She is my daughter.

One of the poor children in her sewing-class told her of a neglected baby in Grubb's court, and so drew upon her sympathies that she started to go there, but was warned by the child that it would be dangerous for a young lady like her to be seen in that den of thieves and harlots, and so she came to you.

And now I am here in her stead to get your report about the baby.

I would not consent to her visiting this place again." Mr.Paulding took his visitor into the mission-house, near which they were standing.

After they were seated, he said, "I have seen the baby about which your daughter wished me to make inquiry.