ainst her forehead with her two hands.

[Illustration: "LADDIE" AND "TOMMY". _From a Photo by Elliott & Fry._]

Here they come--the fifty yards' race down the corridor; a dozen of the
very smallest crawling along, chuckling and screaming with excitement.
Frank leads the way. Artful Frank! He is off bottles now, but he still
has an inclination that way, and, unless his miniature friends and
acquaintances keep a sharp look-out, he annexes theirs in the twinkling
of an eye. But, then, Frank is a veritable young prize-fighter. And as
the race continues, a fine Scotch collie--Laddie--jumps and flies over
the heads of the small competitors for the first in to lunch. You don't
believe it? Look at the picture of Tommy lying down with his head
resting peacefully on Laddie. Laddie! To him the children are as lambs.
When they are gambolling in the green fields he wanders about amongst
them, and "barks" them home when the time of play is done and the hour
of prayer has come, when the little ones kneel up in their cots and put
up their small petitions.

[Illustration: EVENING PRAYER. _From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._]

[Illustration: THE DINING-ROOM. _From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._]

Here they are in their own particular dining-room. Never were such huge
bowls of meat soup set before children. Still, they'll eat every bit,
and a sweet or two on the top of that. I asked myself a hundred times,
Can these ever have been such children as I have seen in the slums? This
is little Daisy. Her name is not the only pretty thing about her. She
has a sweet face. Daisy doesn't know it; but her mother went mad, and
Daisy was born in a lunatic asylum. Notice this young man who seems to
take in bigger spoonfuls than all the others. He's got a mouth like a
money box--open to take all he can get. But when he first came to
"Babies' Castle" he was so weak--starved in truth--that for days he was
carried about on a pillow. Another little fellow's father committed
suicide. Fail not to observe and admire the appetite of Albert Edward.
He came with no name, and he was christened so. His companions call him
"The Prince!" Yet another. This little girl's mother is to-day a
celebrated beauty--and her next-door diner was farmed out and insured.
When fourteen months old the child only weighed fourteen pounds. Every
child is a picture--the wan cheeks are no more, a rosy hue and healthy
flush are on every face.

After dinner comes the mid-day sleep of two ho