Let us teach them how unjust they are." "I am willing," said the lady, with a dry, determined air.

"I suppose these patients are not professedly bad characters ?" "By no means.

A few, perhaps; but the majority are unfortunates--dependent either upon public charity or some small provision made by their friends." "Very well." "And you understand that though they have the privilege of rejecting your Christian ministrations, dear Sister Argalls, you are free to judge when you may be patient or importunate with them ?" "I understand." The Pastor was not an unkindly man, and, as he glanced at the uncompromising look in Mrs.Argalls's eyes, felt for a moment some inconsistency between his humane instincts and his Christian duty.
"Some of them may require, and be benefited by, a stern monitress, and Sister Robbins, I fear, was weak," he said consolingly to himself, as he descended the steps again.
At three o'clock Mrs.Argalls, with a reticule and a few tracts, was at the door of St.John's Hospital.

As she displayed her testimonials and announced that she had taken Mrs.Robbins's place, the officials received her respectfully, and gave some instructions to the attendants, which, however, did not stop some individual comments.
"I say, Jim, it doesn't seem the square thing to let that grim old girl loose among them poor convalescents." "Well, I don't know: they say she's rich and gives a lot o' money away, but if she tackles that swearing old Kentuckian in No.

3, she'll have her hands full." However, the criticism was scarcely fair, for Mrs.Argalls, although moving rigidly along from bed to bed of the ward, equipped with a certain formula of phrases, nevertheless dropped from time to time some practical common-sense questions that showed an almost masculine intuition of the patients' needs and requirements.