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Miss Martin now had her first glance at the man she had heard so much of—not only in the Welfare work but also from the papers at the time of the Christmas Tree and Easter Picnic in New York.

She saw a tall well-built man with the happiest, cheeriest face she had ever seen. No wonder everyone liked him so!

Maggie waved a hand energetically to attract his attention, and soon the man smiled and waved his hat at her.

“Dere now—he’ll come over pritty soon,” sighed Maggie, with sublime faith in her prophecy.

And sure enough! As soon as Uncle Ben had taken down the names of the boys who were to enter a squad of Camp Police, he came over to welcome the lady he had not yet met.

“Dis is my neighbor Mudder Wings, Uncle Ben,” said Maggie by way of introduction.

The two smiled and felt much more at ease because of such an informal introduction than if it had been given by a diplomat.

“I have heard of your educational work with the city children,” said Uncle Ben.

“You have? Why I had no idea it was important enough to be remembered by such a busy man as you are known to be,” commented Miss Martin.