"One night, when his mamma laid him in his little bed, she saw that he was sad and quiet.
"'What is the matter with my little boy to-night?' she asked.
"'I have seen so many poor little children on Stone Alley to-day,' said Fritz, 'who were ragged and dirty, I wished they had good homes and good mammas.'
"'I am sorry for all poor little children who are ragged and hungry,' said Mrs. Ritter. 'But, as we can not give them pleasant homes we must do what we can for them; for you know Christ says, "The poor ye have always; and whensoever ye will, ye may do them good."'"
"Fritz turned his face away and shut his eyes as though he was tired. But he was not tired; he was only thinking.
"He had stopped many times at a little shop, in the edge of town, where baskets were made; a man, and a woman, and several children worked there, and they made many kinds of baskets; some of them very fine and pretty.
"Fritz had sat in the shop a long time that day, and he asked the man if he might come every day, and learn to make baskets.
"Now, in his little bed, with his eyes shut, he was thinking how he would make them and sell them for money to help poor children.
"The next morning Fritz told his mamma what he had been thinking about.
"She was pleased with his plan; for she thought it would amuse her darling little lame boy.