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The nurses sang:-"O holy Child of Bethlehem!

Descend to us, we pray;

Cast out our sin, and enter in,

Be born in us to-day"

The wheel-chairs and convalescents quavered the familiar words Dr Ed's

heavy throat shook with earnestness

The Head, sitting a little apart with her hands folded in her lap and weary

with the suffering of the world, closed her eyes and listened

The Christifts K sent her a

silver therraifts, over which Sidney's eyes had gloas a great box of

roses hbor"

Tucked in the soft folds of her kerchief was one of the roses that

afternoon

Services over, the nurses filed out Max aiting for Sidney in the

corridor

"Merry Christmas!" he said, and held out his hand

"Merry Christlanced down to the rose she

wore "The others make the most splendid bit of color in the ward"

"But they were for you!"

"They are not any the lessother people have a