"You see," he explained, "these people are too self-respecting to go to the big charities, or to rich people.

But their troubles are talked over in the saloons and on the doorsteps, so I hear of them, and can learn whether they really deserve help.

They'll take it from me, because they feel that I'm one of them." Miss De Voe was too much shaken by her tears to talk that evening.

Miss De Voe's life and surroundings were not exactly weepy ones, and when tears came they meant much.

She said little, till Peter rose to go, and then only: "I shall want to talk with you, to see what I can do to help you in your work.