"Never you fear.

I'll be at Sam McFaddon's in ten minutes after I leave here." "And be sure," said Mrs.Bray, "to look after the baby to-night, and see that it doesn't perish with cold; the air's getting sharp." "It ought to have something warmer than cotton rags on its poor little body," returned Pinky.

"Can't you get it some flannel?
It will die if you don't." "I sent it a warm petticoat last week," said Mrs.Bray.
"You did ?" "Yes; I bought one at a Jew shop, and had it sent to the woman." "Was it a nice warm one ?" "Yes." Pinky drew a sigh.

"I saw the poor baby last night; hadn't anything on but dirty cotton rags.

It was lying asleep in a cold cellar on a little heap of straw.