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heels on the stairway behind him indicated some
new arrivals. Three children of various ages
ran up behind the visitors and as they moved
to give them the opportunity, ran into the room.
"These are my other children," said Mrs.
Woods, rather proudly. "As soon as he gets
work we'll be all right again, but I surely thank
you for helping out our Thanksgiving."

She started to take the basket from Budd,
who remarked that it was pretty heavy for her
and he would set it inside. Mrs. Woods in-
dicated the floor under a table which was full
of various articles.

The four children, in different attitudes,
watched proceedings, though their mother had
suggested that they go "into the bedroom and
wash up."

Ina, the oldest one, a serious little thing, as
well the oldest might be in this family, started
to say something, hesitated and then remarked,
"Savilla's haven't had anything to eat for two
days, Ma. Could we give them a bit out of that?"
Ina pointed to the basket, and Mrs. Woods
turned toward her with surprise.

"How do you know that, Ina?" she asked.

"Oh, Rosie sat down on the stairs this morn-
ing and when I asked her what was the matter
she said she guessed she felt weak. I said was

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