'Good Angels Come to Us'

A sick mother, wailing baby and a group of pale, hungry children cuddled under one old quilt. How the big eyes stared and the blue lips smiled as the girls went in. It is good angels come to us, said the poor woman, crying for joy. Funny angels in hoods and mittens, said jo and set them to laughing. In a few minutes, it really did seem as if kind spirits had been at work there.