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"Teacher, I'm takin' care of him," Morris pointed out.All that night and all the succeeding day Miss Bailey's imagination reverted again andagain to the two little ones keeping house in Mrs. Mowgelewsky's immaculate apartment.Even increasing blindness had not been allowed to interfere with sweeping and scrubbingand dusting, and when Teacher thought of that patient matron, as she lay in her hospitalcot trusting so securely to her Christian friend's guardianship of her son and home, shefretted herself into feeling that it was her duty to go down to Monroe Street andinvestigate.There was at first no sound when, after climbing endless stairs, she came to Mrs.Mowgelewsky's door. But as the thumping of the heart and the singing in her ears abatedsomewhat, she detected Morris's familiar treble."Bread," it said, "iss awful healthy for you, only you dasn't eat it 'out chewin'. I never inmy world seen how you eats."Although the words were admonitory, they lost all didactic effect by the wealth of loveand tenderness which sang in the voice. There was a note of happiness in it, too, a throbof pure enjoyment quite foreign to Teacher's knowledge of this sad-eyed little charge ofhers. She rested against the door frame, and Morris went on: