ccessful
than Mlle. Kauffmant. She it is who, at the time of my visit, was
managing the children's department of the Nancy clinic.[1]

While Coue was holding his consultations on the ground floor, young
mothers in twos and threes, with their babies in their arms, could be
seen ascending to the upper story, where a little drama was performed
of a very different nature from that going on below.

In a large room, decorated with bright pictures and equipped with toys,
a number of silent young women were seated in a wide circle. Their
sick children lay in their arms or played at their feet. Here was a
child whose life was choked at the source by hereditary disease--a
small bundle of skin and bone with limbs like bamboo canes. Another
lay motionless with closed eyes and a deathly face, as if pining to
return to the world it came from. A little cripple dragged behind it a
deformed leg as it tried to crawl, and near by a child of five was
beating the air with its thin arms in an exhausting nervous storm.
Older children were also present, suffering from eye and ear trouble,
epilepsy, rickets, any one of the ailments, grave or slight, to which
growing life is subjected.

In the centre of this circle sat a young woman with dark hair and a
kindly keen face. On her lap was a little boy of four years with a
club foot. As she gently caressed the foot, from which the clumsy boot
had been removed, she told in a crooning tone, mingled with endearing
phrases, of the rapid improvement which had already begun and would
soon be complete. The foot was getting better; the joints were more
supple and bent with greater ease; the muscles were developing, the
tendons were drawing the foot into the right shape and making it
straight and strong. Soon it would be perfectly normal; the little one
would walk and run, play with other children, skip and bowl hoops. He
would go to school and learn his lessons, would be intelligent and
receptive. She told him too that he was growing obedient, cheerful,
kind to others, truthful and courageous. The little boy had put one
arm round her neck and was listening with a placid smile. His face was
quite contented; he was enjoying himself.

While Mlle. Kauffmant was thus engaged, the women sat silent watching
her intently, each perhaps mentally seeing her own little one endowed
with the qualities depicted. The children were quiet, some dreamily
listening, some tranquilly playing with a toy. Except