in that still, pale, bleeding body. As for Elinor, after the first
outburst, she sat dumbly trembling.

The past day and night bad been so crowded with horrors that the tender
children were fast passing into a state where they neither realized nor
felt the hardships and abuse they were subjected to.

The time when they sat playing in Professor Morris's quiet house seemed
too far away to remember.

They bad been playing happily, the two children, when the family
decided to go away for a few hours, but so happily were they with their
dolls and each other, that they paid no attention to the stir and
unrest about them. Even Elinor, who was almost six years old, had not
concerned herself with the sound of the big guns.

She did not notice when her father left the room. If he told her, as
he thought be had, to "sit quietly" and await his return, she failed to
hear him. So she took Rika by the hand and. "went, visiting." They
sat down on the top step, and looked into the empty street, and watched
occasional groups of fleeing Poles hurry past to the safety of the
plains. A rough looking woman came past, noticed them, and returned,
looking as she did so at the house, and peering into the hall through
the open door.

Then she approached the children and in a, voice she tried in vain to
make soft, she asked what they were doing, and who they were.

Little Rika, who could say but few words, sat and stared at her with a
frown.