down on the floor an' don't move--I'm afraid she's dead. Oh, please do
come, Miss, just a minute, and--"

"Where do you live?" Helen interrupted, indicating by her tone of
sympathy that she would do as requested.

"Right there," the little girl replied, pointing with her hand toward
one of the houses a short distance ahead. "Come on, please. Just a
minute--help me get ma on the bed. I'll find one of the neighbors to
help after that."

"All right, go ahead," Helen directed.

"It seems that I am fated to do at least a little of the work that we
set out to do, but were prevented from doing by some unfriendly
interests. It's a pity some of these people are so prejudiced, for we
could really do a lot for them."

Helen's small conductress led the way to the entrance of a miner's
cottage that, to all outward appearance from the front, was dark
within.

"Haven't you any light?" she asked a little apprehensively, drawing
back as if hesitating to enter.

"Oh, yes," the other replied almost eagerly, it seemed. "There's a
lamp burning in the kitchen, and I'll light the gas in the front room.
Come on, please."

"Where is your mother?"