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And now, as the girl from the rickety lower
window of a tall tenement looked out, Betty
thought how appropriate, some way, was the
stanza they were singing then, here where the
people had so little. Lucia's rich contralto
joined Betty's sweet voice, as they were close
to each other, and made the words as distinct
as possible for a group to make them:

 __ "The foxes found rest, and the bird their nest
 _____ In the shade of the forest tree;
 __ But thy couch was the sod, O thou Son of God,
 _____ In the deserts of Galilee.
 __ come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
 _____ There is room in my heart for thee."

Betty felt that she was singing to that girl in
the window and Lucia, too, was seeing her. But
she listened only to the close of that stanza
then put down the window; and before the
young singers had finished, the light in the room
had been extinguished.

"Did you see that tr-ragic face, Betty?" asked
Lucia, rolling her "r" in the Italian way, as they
were speeding along toward the Y.W.C.A.
again. It was late and the carols were over.

"Yes. The girl that looked out of the first
floor window, you mean?"


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