THE MID-DAY SLEEP. From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry.
SISTER ALICE. From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry.
Now, I must needs creep through the bedrooms, every one of which is a pattern of neatness. The boots and shoes are placed under the bed—not a sound is heard. Amongst the sleepers the "Midget" is to be found. It was the "Midget" who came in the basket from Newcastle, "with care." I had crept through all the dormitories save one, when a sight I had not seen in any of the others met me. It was in a double bed—the only one at "Babies' Castle." A little boy lay sleeping by the side of a four-year-old girl. Possibly it was my long-standing leaning over the rails of the cot that woke the elder child. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at me.
"ANNIE'S BATH." From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry.
"Who are you, my little one?" I whispered.
And the whisper came back—"I'm Sister's Fidget!"
"Sister's who?"
"Sister's Fidget, please, sir."