"Yes, several times. She was a tall, frail, black-eyed creature, and she might have done well if she hadn't ever met John DeGolyer. But won't you sit down?"
"No, thank you, I'm going now. You are the matron, I presume."
"Yes, sir—have been now for I hardly know how long."
"If I send some presents to the children will you see that they are properly distributed?"
"Yes, but for goodness' sake don't send any drums or horns."
"I won't. How many boys have you?"
"Well, we've got a good many, I can tell you. You see, this isn't a regular foundlings' home. We take up poor children from most, everywhere. We've got ninety-three boys."
And how many girls?"
"We've got a good many of them, too, I can tell you. Seventy-odd—seventy-five, I think."
"All right. Now don't forget your promise. Good day, madam."