anguish. No matter where she turned, something reminded her of the joy
we had known and lost. Even the striking clock called back to her mind
the hour when something should have been done for the baby.

"I _must_ have another little girl," she sobbed night after night. "I
_must_ have another little girl!"

And once more the way out was provided. We heard of a little girl who
was to be put out for adoption; she was of good but unfortunate parents.
We proposed to adopt her.

I have heard many arguments against adopting children, but I have never
heard a good one. Even the infant doomed to die could enrich, if only
for a few weeks, the lives of a childless couple, and they would be
happier for the rest of their days in the knowledge that they had tried
to do something worthy in this world and had made comfortable the brief
life of a little one.

"What if the child should turn out wrong?" I hear often from the lips of
men and women.

"What of that?" I reply. "You can at least be happy in the thought that
you have tried to do something for another."

To childless couples everywhere I would say with all the force I can
employ, _adopt a baby_! If you would make glorious the home you are
building; if you would fill its rooms with laughter and contentment; if
you would make your house more than a place in which to eat and sleep;
if you would fill it with happy memories and come yourselves into a
closer and more perfect union, adopt a baby! Then, in a year or two,