"Come on, girls; get your wraps; we will all go over. It's only a
couple of blocks. Hurry, everybody!"

"Wait, and I'll tell Kitty we're going out," Marion said.

She ran through several rooms, calling "Kittie! Kittie!" but received
no response.

"I wonder where she is," the hostess said, in a puzzled manner. "Well,
we haven't time to find her. Come on."

"I think I saw her go out more than half an hour ago," Harriet
Newcomb said. "She called someone up on the telephone, and then put
her hat and coat on and went out the side way, and I haven't seen her
since."

"That's strange," Marion commented. Then the subject was forgotten.
The twelve girls and their leader were walking rapidly toward the
place where Mrs. Eddy, the good Samaritan, had taken in and cared for
the girl whom every one of them loved as they would have loved a
sister.

The house they stopped in front of was rather dingy and forbidding. It
was a large brick structure, set back a hundred feet from the street
on a plot of ground nearly an acre in extent. Most of the windows were
darkened with green blinds two generations out of date.

Mrs. Eddy put a key into the lock and opened the door. Then she
stepped aside and motioned the girls to enter, and they did so as if
moved by a spell that they were unable to resist. Then the woman