I sat by the bed of a little girl yesterday who has been in the hospital over six months.

She has hip disease.

When she was brought here from one of the vilest places in the city, taken away from a drunken mother, she was the saddest-looking child I ever saw.

Dirty, emaciated, covered with vermin and pitiable to behold, I could hardly help crying when I saw her brought in.

Now, though still unable to leave her bed, she has as bright and happy a face as you ever saw.