E-text prepared by Al Haines

| CHAPTER | |
| I. | LIFE IN THE ORPHANAGE |
| II. | THE FLIGHT |
| III. | IN THE HOSPITAL |
| IV. | IN A THIRD-CLASS CARRIAGE |
| V. | BY THE SEA |
| VI. | CHRISTMAS DAY |
Long before it was light, little feet were passing up and down thosegreat stone stairs, little voices whispered in the corridors, littlenight-dresses rustled by the superintendent's door. She did not thinkof sleeping, for though the moon still hung in the sky, it wasChristmas morning—five o'clock on Christmas morning at the Orphanage;and the little ones had everything their own way on Christmas Day. Soshe sat up in bed, with the candle lighted beside her, bending her headover a book