"By the way, Miss Doane, I was going this afternoon to tell one of the mothers that she cannot go this year. Would you like to come with me, then you can see for yourself how very much the place is needed."
Drusilla brightened.
"I'd like to go," she said.
The worker hesitated.
"You are not afraid of contagion?"
"There ain't nothin' catchin' in the house, is there? I don't want to git the smallpox at my time of life, or the mumps—"
Mrs. Harris laughed.
"No, nothing as bad as that; but the tenements are not overly clean, you know."
"Pshaw, I don't care about that. If they can live in 'em all the year, I guess it won't hurt me to visit 'em for ten minutes."
They entered the motor, surrounded by a crowd of noisy children who clung to the footboard and hung on the back and made themselves into a noisy escort until the tenement was reached. There Drusilla and Mrs. Harris climbed three flights of stairs. In answer to the knock, a soft voice said, Entre lei, and they stepped into a room that was evidently the kitchen, living- and dining-room.