AT HOME IN THE ORPHANAGE

This is not a funny story, but it is memorable to me for its human interest. A cousin of mine from the mountains, W. C. Reid, with the help of his wife, Millie, headed the North Carolina Baptist Orphanage for years. They were greatly loved. A mountain family of five children had been torn up by the death of the father in a logging accident and by the sudden death of the mother not long afterward. Their pastor and one of the deacons, without even telephoning the orphanage, put all the children and their clothes into a car and drove