Baby Picture of Morris W. Scott

The other day a dear little Bluebird came flying to see me--the little Bluebird you see here in the picture.

His name is Morris William Scott. He lives in Redfield, Ia., with her[sic] mother and father, Mr. and Mrs. W. D. Scott.

"Oh, Mother Bluebird, Mother Bluebird," he said, "just see what I have brought."

He was such a cunning Bluebird, children, and his bright eyes were so brimful of earnestness and love that the warmest kind of a feeling came creeping round and round my heart at the sight of him.

"I've brought something for the nest," he said. And sure enough he had. His little purse was fairly bursting with pennies. Gravely he counted them into my hands. "This is for Bobby's mother. This is for the Bluebird nest. This is because I want a pin and here is my 100 pennies because I want my name in the cornerstone of the Bluebird hospital."

And then he asked me questions, dozens and dozens of them. "Where is our hospital to be, Mother Bluebird, and will it really, REALLY make little boys and girls strong and happy and well?"

Why, Bluebirds, that tiny little boy acted like a MAN when he discussed with me the need of a hospital to take care of little sick children and how wonderful such a hospital would be.

Dear children, that little boy and his visit made me very, very happy. His interest and his love of doing fine and helpful things is in the heart of every child in Iowa.