In this one to the left a girl had just borne her second illegitimate child; in that one farther on were two mentally deficient children, the offspring of feeble-minded parents; in the next, an old woman, the victim of pernicious anaemia, was moaning her life away; in the last to the right the mother of five small children had just died in her sixth confinement.

Mrs.Roughsedge gave a long sigh as she looked at it.

The tragedy was but forty-eight hours old; she had sat up with the mother through her dying hours.
"Oh, my dear!" said Mrs.Roughsedge, suddenly--"here comes the Vicar.

Do you know, it's so unlucky--and so strange!--but he has certainly taken a dislike to Miss Mallory--I believe it was because he had hoped some Christian Socialist friends of his would have taken Beechcote, and he was disappointed to find it let to some one with what he calls 'silly Tory notions' and no particular ideas about Church matters.

Now there's a regular fuss--something about the Book Club.