“I couldn't possibly spare a minute, thank you. I'm only out on an errand now. I'm needed every instant at the Home!”
“For mercy sake! Hire someone to take your place then. I want you. You'll be quite a sensation I assure you. Don't worry about clothes, if you haven't anything along. You can wear one of my evening dresses. We're almost of a size.”
“No,” said Lynn smiling, “It simply isn't possible. And anyway, don't you remember Sabbath Valley? I don't go out to play Sunday nights you know.”
“Oh, but this is New York! You can't bring Sabbath Valley notions into New York.”
Lynn smiled again:
“You can if they are a part of you,” she said, “Come in and see how nicely I'm fixed.”
Opal looked up at the beautiful building before which they were stopping.
“Why, where is this?” she asked astonished, “I thought you were down in the slums somewhere.”
“This is a Home for little orphan children kept up by the Salvation Army. Come in a minute and see it.”
Following a whim of curiosity Opal came in, and was led down a long hall to a great room where were a hundred tiny children sitting on little chairs in a big circle playing kindergarten games. The children were dressed in neat pretty frocks such as any beloved children would wear, with bright hair ribbons and neckties, and each with an individuality of its own. The room was sunny and bright, with a great playhouse at one end, with real windows and furniture in it and all sorts of toboggan slides and swings and kiddy cars and everything to delight the soul of a child. On a wide space between two windows painted on the plaster in soft wonderful coloring blended into the gray tint of the wall, there glowed a life size painting of the Christ surrounded by little children, climbing upon His knees and listening to Him as He smiled and talked to them.