“How is the babe that was brought here last week?” asked Mrs. Taylor.

“Oh, he is doing beautifully.  Bring him round the table, Susan,” and the rosy, smiling infant was handed about for closer inspection.  A few general inquiries followed, and then Beulah was not surprised to hear the order given for the children to retire, as the managers had some especial business with their matron.  The orphan band defiled into the hall, and dispersed to their various occupations, but Beulah approached the matron, and whispered something, to which the reply was: 

“No; if you have finished that other apron, you shall sew no more to-day.  You can pump a fresh bucket of water, and then run out into the yard for some air.”

She performed the duty assigned to her, and then hastened to the dormitory, whither Lillian and Claudia had preceded her.  The latter was standing on a chair, mimicking Miss Dorothea, and haranguing her sole auditor, in a nasal twang, which she contrived to force from her beautiful, curling lips.  At sight of Beulah she sprang toward her, exclaiming: 

“You shall be a teacher if you want to, shan’t you, Beulah?”

“I am afraid not, Claudy.  But don’t say any more about her; she is not as kind as our dear matron, or some of the managers, but she thinks she is right.  Remember, she made these pretty blue curtains round your and Lilly’s bed.”

“I don’t care if she did.  All the ladies were making them, and she did no more than the rest.  Never mind; I shall be a young lady some of these days,—­our matron says I will be beautiful enough to marry the President,—­and then I will see whether Miss Dorothy Red-head comes meddling and bothering you any more.”  The brilliant eyes dilated with pleasure at the thought of the protection which the future lady-President would afford her protegee.

Beulah smiled, and asked almost gayly: 

“Claudy, how much will you pay me a month, to dress you and keep your hair in order, when you get into the White House at Washington?”

“Oh, you dear darling! you shall have everything you want, and do nothing but read.”  The impulsive child threw her arms around Beulah’s neck, and kissed her repeatedly, while the latter bent down over her basket.

“Lilly, here are some chinquapins for you and Olaudy.  I am going out into the yard, and you may both go and play hull-gull.”

In the debating room of the visiting committee Miss White again had the floor.  She was no less important a personage than vice president of the board of managers, and felt authorized to investigate closely and redress all grievances.

“Who did you say sent that book here, Mrs. Mason?”

“Eugene Rutland, who was once a member of Mrs. Williams’ orphan charge in this asylum.  Mr. Graham adopted him, and he is now known as Eugene Graham.  He is very much attached to Beulah, though I believe they are not at all related.”