vegetables for dinner. In the laundry, you are greeted with as many more
smiling faces, some singing, others telling funny stories, but all busy
at their allotted work. The bell rings for school and you will see them
flying from every direction, perhaps having taken a moment to smooth the
hair, or arrange the dress. All out of breath they reach the school
room, ready for the five hours' work with books, which is the same as
any average school in the North. This work being accomplished, they are
off to the farm, shops, the sewing room and the cooking class. Here they
learn to prepare all substantial food which would be necessary for any
table, and become initiated into the intricacies of bread, pie and
cake-making.

Our Sabbaths are not idle days either, for with Sunday-school, church
service, and prayer meetings, our day is pretty well filled. Some of our
girls are doing real missionary work by going out into the neighborhood,
to relieve the sick, read to the old and infirm, and to carry food where
it is needed. This they seem to enjoy, and it will, perhaps, prepare
them for usefulness as they go out to work among their people.


HOME LIFE.

Perhaps, if I give you a glimpse into the home of one of our pupils, you
can more easily understand what we have to work against among these
people. In a miserable old hovel, of one small room, lives a family of
eleven, father, mother, five children, two pitiful little orphans, to
whom the mother out of the kindness of her heart has given shelter, and
a young man and a young woman as boarders. The mother toils hard each
day to furnish bread for the little ones, and does what she can to keep
her family respectable. The father is what is termed, "no 'count." He