THE RED RUGS OF TARSUS
was altogether doctorless. At daybreak of Scrapple's birthday, Mr. Dodds swept the hori- zon of the sea with his telescope. We were expecting every day relief ships, with Red Cross units, from Beirut. A speck developed into a steamer. Without waiting to ascertain more, Mr. Dodds threw himself into his row- boat. Two husky servants of the mission were at the oars.
It was lucky Mr. Dodds did not hesitate longer. But he is not that sort. It was a ship from Beirut, and there was an American sur- geon aboard. Doctor Dorman walked into my room just in time.
Everybody in the Mission feels that the placid little baby, with her great blue eyes, is the symbol of hope. Scrappie knows nothing of what the wicked world is doing and how all around her are dying and suffering. She is unadulterated joy. Miss Talbot tried her best, but there were no drawn blinds and pale wan mother. Folks came in to offer congratula- [175]
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