find me provided with all the hills afford. They have loaded me with gifts.”

“No wonder! I know what your life up there means to them, taking care of their mothers and babies, and sitting up with them nights, going to them when they are in trouble, rain or shine, and visiting them in their bare, wretched, crowded homes.”

“It wouldn’t be so bad often, if it weren’t that when a family is in serious trouble or has a case needing quiet and care, the sympathies of all their relatives are roused, and they come crowding in. In one case, the father was ill with pneumonia. I did all I could for him, and next day — would you believe it? — I found his sister and her ‘old man’ and their three youngsters, his old mother and a brother and a