All  he  thought  of  was  what  a  bully  little  play
"Cousin  Eleanor"  was  and  how  fine  it  had  been
of  Mrs.  Ruth  Litt  to  have  made  all  the  arrange-
ments for  it  and  the  Y.  M.  C.  A.  to  give  their


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help  and  what  a  change  it  was  from  the  long,
tiresome,  gray  hours  in  a  ward.
And  so  these  boys  laughed  and  clapped  and
shouted  for  more,  and  when  it  was  all  over  and
the  slow  shuffling  procession  was  led  off  with
those  who  could  walk  and  followed  by  those
who  rode  in  wheel  chairs,  with  little  Denny  on
his  operating  table  way  back  in  the  rear,  there
was  more  real  happiness  around  these  great,
silent  acres  of  hospital  buildings  than  there  had
ever  been  before.
Tired  little  Denny  had  big  tears  in  his  eyes
when  he  tried  to  thank  Smilax  for  his  wonder-
ful evening.  And  his  voice  faltered  so  that  he
could  not  finish.
