(Arranged by Maude Herndon and Grace Kellam.)
[From "The Madness of Philip," by Josephine Dodge Daskam. McClure, Phillips & Co.]
hen first the young lady from the College Settlement dragged Ardelia from her degradation, she was sitting on a dirty pavement and throwing assorted refuse at an unconscious policeman.
"Come here, little girl," said the young lady, invitingly. "Wouldn't you like to come with me and have a nice, cool bath?"
"Naw," said Ardelia, in tones rivaling the bath in coolness.
"You wouldn't? Well, wouldn't you like some bread and butter and jam?"
"Wha's jam?"
"Why, it's—er—marmalade. All sweet, you know."
"Naw!"