The house's owner remained sleeping exhausted to the side head proped on hand and pen in the free hand over the sketches of a home for all the street childern. The laughter rang through the halls as loud banging feet skidded pastthe closed door the shadows of fimilar bodies passing through the creves under it. He heard voices he knew from the streets and could smell delicious food being prepaired down stairs. All around the room were drawing and pictures the childern had dome for john. Beside the bed a damp warm rag lay drying and a thmoemter used to chek on the patients health. There was a botle of water and some pieces of apple freshly prepared with caremal sauce. A note sat on the table where he grabbed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I hope you will take it easy, I am writing this as I have done each time I felt tired to the point I might sleep. I have kept fresh food and water near by you will need the strength when you awake. I am sorry i was so weak the time before, however I have done a lot of thinking and changedalot of my ways. I hope you will be pleased with the work I have done. Dont worry all the kids are safe, fed, warm, andhappy.<br/><br/>-truly yours,<br/>Elirmire St.John.</span>