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Show These well-dressed people are a mother and daughter. They came in the fine -cart you saw at the gate. The mother has an ulcer on her cornea. It is almost healed. The daughter's eyes have' been troubling her for months. For a time she took treatment from a druggist down on the ''Big Street''. He began his.career as a servant in a missionary doctor's family, He was a bright boy and picked up some knowledge of our western methods of treating disease.. After the hospital here was raided by the Boxers in 1900, he bought up some of the drugs that had not been destroyed. The local treatment he gave the girl's eyes was quite right; for this there was no fee. His only charge was for the medicine he ore's cribed, an iron tonic, For this he charged nearly a dollar a dose. You see doctor's fees in China depend on the ability of the patient to pay. That young woman must have an operation. See how her lashes scratch the eye ball. We treat so many eyes like these. That girlish-looking mother asks if we can not see her baby next. She and her husband have walked in six miles to bring the child, he carrying it in one of two baskets suspended from the ends of a pole resting on his shoulder. .To balance the child the other basket contains bricks. They must go back this afternoon, The baby, is a girl and only a year old. Her head is swollen to much more than its natural size, and her eyelids are so puffed that they seem near bursting. See that deep black ulcer on her forhead. The sticky brown stuff, smeared all over her face and neck, the mother says is ashes of burned cloth mixed with honey. No, we will not take her into the dispensary. We will treat her here on the porch. I am afraid she has ery/sipelas and we do^wish to get any unnecessary germs into that room. How anxious the parents are. Who says baby girls in China are s eldom loved? This ragged child is a little girl who wanted to attend our day school. But I would not allow her to enter because she had scabies (itch) from head to foot. All the members of the family have it. They are much better, but how can we hope to cure them, when they are so poor that they have not a change of clothing . One can almost tell what is the matter with this young woman, without asking her a question. Pulmonary tuberculosis, and her poor little crying baby has enlarged glands of the neck. She says her illness was caused by getting angry. We can do little for her. Someday we are going to have a ward for just such patients as she, and |