h was all we were able to
give for four hours' work in the afternoon."

However, those poor women were very thankful for the work and sewed
faithfully on sleeping-suits and underclothing for poilus in the
trenches and hospitals. Madame Waddington's friends in America
responded to her call for help and M. Mygatt gave her rooms on the
ground floor of his building in the Boulevard Haussmann.

When the Germans were rushing on Paris and invasion seemed as
inevitable as the horrors that were bound to follow, Mr. Herrick
insisted that Madame Waddington and her sister Miss King, who was
almost helpless from rheumatism, follow the Government to the South.
This Madame Waddington reluctantly did, but returned immediately after
the Battle of the Marne.

It was not long before the Ouvroir Holophane outgrew its original
proportions, and instead of the women coming there daily to sew, they
called only for materials to make up at home. For this ouvroir (if it
has managed to exist in these days of decreasing donations) sends to
the Front garments of all sorts for soldiers ill or well,
pillow-cases, sheets, sleeping-bags, slippers.

Moreover, as soon as the men began to come home on their six days'
leave they found their way to the generous ouvroir on the Boulevard
Haussmann, where Madame Waddington, or her friend Mrs. Greene (also an
American), or Madame Mygatt, always gave the poor men what they needed
to replace their tattered (or missing) undergarments, as well as
coffee and bread and butter.

The most difficult women to employ were those who had been accustomed
to make embroidery and lace, as well as many who had led pampered
lives in a small way and did not know how to sew at all. But
one-franc-fifty stood between them and starvation and they learned.
To-day nearly all of the younger women assisted by those first
ouvroirs are more profitably employed. France has adjusted itself to a
state of war and thousands of women are either in Government service
and munition factories, or in the reopened shops and restaurants.

III

The Waddingtons being the great people of their district were, of
course, looked upon by the peasant farmers and villagers as
aristocrats of illimitable wealth. Therefore when the full force of
the war struck these poor people--they were in the path of the Germans
during the advance on Paris, and ruthlessly treated--they looked to
Madame Waddington and her daughter, Madame Francis Waddington, to put
t