pect the other—the disinterestedness—would come," she added.
"I do so hold by purity of motive," said Chelubai sadly.
"You wait till I have shown my sister the Children's Hospital," I said quickly. "That will fill her with a disinterested zeal for Humanity that will burn stronger and longer than your own."
"Do you think so?" said Chelubai, and his rough-hewn, Red-Indian face brightened.
"I'm sure of it," I said with conviction.
"But—but I'm not sure that I could knock people on the head," said Angel, in a rather depressed tone.
"Oh, you'd soon get into it; it's merely a knack," I said cheeringly. "And there's another side to the matter: have we any right to reject my sister's useful help? In philanthropy, as in other expressions of human energy, beauty has its uses. For example, if it were necessary ever to prove an alibi, her evidence would have great weight with a jury."
"If you were in danger, Roger, I would swear anything to get you out of it!" cried Angel, with girlish earnestness.
"I'm sure you would," I said gratefully. "But we must strive that our perjury, if ever we are forced to commit it, shall, like our removals, be
