family.
The two boys were simply clothed in a pair of men's trousers apiece
and a dilapidated pair of boots between them. The trousers they found
very hard to keep on and had to give them frequent hoists up. They
were both practically destitute of underclothing. To hide all
deficiencies, they each wore a woman's long jacket of the oldest style
possible and green with age, which reached down to their heels. Round
their waists they each wore a skin strap. They were stripped of their
rags, and made to scrub themselves in the stream and then indoors
before putting on their new clean clothes. Sammy and the little sister
joined the family.

One of our boys is from Cape Chidley itself; others come from as far
south and west as Bay of Islands in South Newfoundland. So many
erroneous opinions seem to persist regarding the difference between
Newfoundland and Labrador that I am constantly asked: "But why do you
have a Children's Home in Newfoundland? Can't the Newfoundlanders look
out for themselves and their dependent children?" As I have tried to
make clear in a previous chapter North and South Newfoundland should
be sharply differentiated as to wealth, education, climate, and
opportunity. Though for purposes of efficiency and economy the actual
building of the Home is situated in the north end of the northern
peninsula of Newfoundland, the children who make up the family are
drawn almost entirely from the Labrador side of the Straits; unless,
as is often the case, the poverty and destitution of a so-called
Newfoundland family on the south side of Belle Isle makes it
impossible to leave children under such conditions.

It is obvious that something had to be built to accommodate the
galaxy; and some one secured who understood the problem of running the
Home. She--how often it is "she"--was found in England, a volunteer by
the name of Miss Eleanor Storr. She was a true Christian lady and a
trained worker as well. The building during the years grew with the
family, so that it is really a wonder of odds and patches. The
generosity of one of our volunteers, Mr. Francis Sayre, the son-in-law
of President Wilson, doubled its capacity. But buildings that are made
of green wood, and grow like Topsy, are apt to end like
Topsy--turvy. Now we are straining every nerve to obtain a suitable
accommodation for the children. We sorely need a brick building,
economically laid out and easily kept warm, with separate wings for
girls and boys an