We have been celebrating ever since the mock Christmas tree at Warwick Hall--ages ago it seems--but there has been such constant change and variety that my interest is just as keen as when I started." Mrs.Boyd and Lucy were at the flat waiting for them when they arrived, and after a light supper, eaten picnic fashion around the chafing-dish, they started off for the novel experience of a Christmas night among the children of the slums.

Betty did find the material which Mrs.Boyd had promised, and came home so eager to begin writing the tale, that she was impatient for morning to arrive.

Joyce found suggestions for two pictures for a child's story which she had to illustrate the following week, and Mary came home a bundle of tingling sympathies and burning desires to sacrifice her life to some charitable work for neglected children.
She was also a-tingle with another thought.

At the corner where they changed cars on the way to the Mission, she had made a discovery.

The bank where St.Boniface deposited its money loomed up ahead of them, massive and grim.