"What's that Daphne was tellin' me about a home for mothers in the country?"
The head worker's face brightened. Here she had something that would appeal to the old lady, who was reputed to be very fond of children.
"I am so glad you came to-day. I can show you some of the mothers we were hoping to take to the country. We want to enlarge our house, we can only accommodate twelve mothers with their children, and we should have a place for at least twenty-five, as we have so many applications."
"How long do you keep 'em?"
"We try to give each mother a two weeks' vacation; and she brings with her the small children she cannot leave at home."
"I like the idee. I like children and I like mothers, and from what I've seen it seems to me that it'd be heaven for these people to git away from the noise for a while. It most drives me crazy to hear it for an hour, and it must be awful to live with."
"They get used to it; but they do need a change. Some of the poor mothers are completely worn out and break down in the hot weather. If they could get into the country, even for a short time, it would save many a life."
"Pshaw, is it so bad as that?" said sympathetic Drusilla.
"Yes; this year is especially bad. We had hoped to have the money to build an additional wing to the house and take all our people; but we have not been able to get the money, so we have to tell a great many whom we have promised that they cannot go this year, and—I am afraid it will be a great disappointment."
Here an inspiration came to Mrs. Harris.