"Another 'home.' I hate to—"
"It's the only thing to do, Miss Doane. You can't mix the colors."
"Well, perhaps you'd better."
Dr. Eaton left the room, and returned after a few moments with a shake of his head.
"No good! They say they're full. They can't take in another child. I telephoned another one downtown that they told me of, and they say the same thing. It seems there is a superfluity of colored babies just now. I guess it'll have to be the police station."
"What'll they do with him? If we can't find a place to-night, they can't."
"No; perhaps not. But they'll keep him until they do find a place."
"Well, if they can keep him, so can I. I'll keep him until we find a place for him. Ring for James and Fanny and we'll put him to bed."
James came and the little girl mother, and the baby was placed in James's outraged arms.
"Now, James, don't drop him—he won't bite you. Take him to the children's room; and you, Fanny, see that he has something to eat and a bath. Now you be jest as nice to him as to the other babies. Give him your baby's bed and take your baby in with you to-night."