'O fair, O fine, O lot to be desired! Early and late my heart appeals to me, And says, "O work, O will--Thou man, be fired, To earn this lot--" she says--"I would not be A worker for mine own bread, or one hired For mine own profit. O, I would be free To work for others; love so earned of them Should be my wages and my diadem."'--Jean Ingelow. Three short words, and yet they went straight to Milly's heart. It was only the postscript of a long, sorrowful letter--the finale brief but eloquent--of a quiet, dispassionate appeal; but it sounded to Mildred Lambert much as the Macedonian cry must have sounded of old: 'Come over and help us.'…
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