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I've never seen anybody like that man； he's always pessimistic and morbid and down。 It's best not to be too intelligent about insanity and dipsomania and all the other hereditary details。 I am just about ignorant enough to be light… hearted and effective in a place like this。
The thought of all of these little lives expanding in every direction eternally thrills me。 There are so many possibilities in our child garden for every kind of flower。 It has been planted rather promiscuously； to be sure； but though we undoubtedly shall gather a number of weeds； we are also hoping for some rare and beautiful blossoms。 Am I not growing sentimental？ It is due to hungerand there goes the dinner… gong！ We are going to have a delicious meal： roast beef and creamed carrots and beet greens； with rhubarb pie for dessert。 Would you not like to dine with me？ I should love to have you。
Most cordially yours；
S。 McB。
P。S。 You should see the number of poor homeless cats that these children want to adopt。 We had four when I came； and they have all had kittens since。 I haven't taken an exact census； but I think the institution possesses nineteen。
April 15。 My dear Judy：
You'd like to make another slight donation to the J。 G。 H。 out of the excess of last month's allowance？ BENE！ Will you kindly have the following inserted in all low…class metropolitan dailies：
Notice！ To Parents Planning to Abandon their Children： Please do it before they have reached their third year。
I can't think of any action on the part of abandoning parents that would help us more effectually。 This having to root up evil before you begin planting good is slow； discouraging work。
We have one child here who has almost floored me； but I WILL NOT acknowledge myself beaten by a child of five。 He alternates between sullen moroseness； when he won't speak a word； and the most violent outbursts of temper； when he smashes everything within reach。 He has been here only three months； and in that time he has destroyed nearly every piece of bric…a…brac in the institutionnot； by the way； a great loss to art。
A month or so before I came he pulled the tablecloth from the officers' table while the girl in charge was in the corridor sounding the gong。 The soup had already been served。 You can imagine the mess！ Mrs。 Lippett half killed the child on that occasion； but the killing did nothing to lessen the temper； which was handed on to me intact。
His father was Italian and his mother Irish； he has red hair and freckles from County Cork and the most beautiful brown eyes that ever came out of Naples。 After the father was stabbed in a fight and the mother had died of alcoholism； the poor little chap by some chance or other got to us。 I suspect that he belongs in the Catholic Protectory。 As for his mannersoh dear！ oh dear！ They are what you would expect。 He kicks and bites and swears。 I have dubbed him Punch。
Yesterday he was brought squirming and howling to my office； charged with having knocked down a little girl and robbed her of her doll。 Miss Snaith plumped him into a chair behind me； and left him to grow quiet； while I went on with my writing。 I was suddenly startled by an awful crash。 He had pushed that big green jardiniere off the window…sill and broken it into five hundred pieces。 I jumped with a suddenness that swept the ink… bottle to the floor； and when Punch saw that second catastrophe； he stopped roaring with rage and threw back his head and roared with laughter。 The child is DIABOLICAL。
I have determined to try a new method of discipline that I don't believe in the whole of his forlorn little life he has ever experienced。 I am going to see what praise and encouragement and love will do。 So； instead of scolding him about the jardiniere； I assumed that it was an accident。 I kissed him and told him not to feel bad； that I didn't mind in the least。 It shocked him into being quiet； he simply held his breath and stared while I wiped away his tears and sopped up the ink。
The child just now is the biggest problem that the J。 G。 H。 affords。 He needs the most patient； loving； individual carea proper mother and father； likewise some brothers and sisters and a grandmother。 But I can't place him in a respectable family until I make over his language and his propensity to break things。 I separated him from the other children； and kept him in my room all the morning； Jane having removed to safe heights all destructible OBJETS D'ART。 Fortunately； he loves to draw； and he sat on a rug for two hours； and occupied himself with colored pencils。 He was so surprised when I showed an interest in a red… and…green ferryboat； with a yellow flag floating from the mast； that he became quite profanely affable。 Until then I couldn't get a word out of him。
In the afternoon Dr。 MacRae dropped in and admired the ferryboat； while Punch swelled with the pride of creation。 Then； as a reward for being such a good little boy； the doctor took him out in his automobile on a visit to a country patient。
Punch was restored to the fold at five o'clock by a sadder and wiser doctor。 At a sedate country estate he had stoned the chickens； smashed a cold frame； and swung the pet Angora cat by its tail。 Then when the sweet old lady tried to make him be kind to poor pussy； he told her to go to hell。
I can't bear to consider what some of these children have seen and experienced。 It will take years of sunshine and happiness and love to eradicate the dreadful memories that they have stored up in the far…back corners of their little brains。 And there are so many children and so few of us that we can't hug them enough； we simply haven't arms or laps to go around。
MAIS PARLONS D'AUTRES CHOSES！ Those awful questions of heredity and environment that the doctor broods over so constantly are getting into my blood； too； and it's a vicious habit。 If a person is to be of any use in a place like this； she must see nothing but good in the world。 Optimism is the only wear for a social worker。
〃'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock〃do you know where that beautiful line of poetry comes from？ 〃Cristabel；〃 of English K。 Mercy！ how I hated that course！ You； being an English shark； liked it； but I never understood a word that was said from the time I entered the classroom till I left it。 However； the remark with which I opened this paragraph is true。 It IS the middle of night by the mantelpiece clock； so I'll wish you pleasant dreams。 ADDIO！
SALLIE。
Tuesday。
Dear Enemy：
You doctored the whole house； then stalked past my library with your nose in the air； while I was waiting tea with a plate of Scotch scones sitting on the trivet； ordered expressly for you as a peace…offering。
If you are really hurt； I will read the Kallikak book； but I must tell you that you are working me to death。 It takes almost all of my energy to be an effective superintendent； and this university extension course that you are conducting I find wearing。 You remember how indignant you were one day last week because I confessed to having stayed up until one o'clock the night before？ Well； my dear man； if I were to accomplish all the vicarious reading you require； I should sit up until morning every night。
However； bring it in。 I usually manage half an hour of recreation after dinner； and though I had wanted to glance at Wells's latest novel； I will amuse myself instead with your feeble…minded family。
Life of late is unco steep。 Obligingly yours；
S。 McB。
THE JOHN GRIER HOME；
April 17。 Dear Gordon：
Thank you for the tulips； likewise the lilies of the valley。 They are most becoming to my blue Persian bowls。
Have you ever heard of the Kallikaks？ Get the book and read them up。 They are a two…branch family in New Jersey； I think； though their real name and origin is artfully concealed。 But； anyway；and this is true；six generations ago a young gentleman； called for convenience Martin Kallikak； got drunk one night and temporarily eloped with a feeble…minded barmaid； thus founding a long line of feeble…minded Kallikaks；drunkards； gamblers； prostitutes； horse thieves；a scourge to New Jersey and surrounding States。
Martin later straightened up； married a normal woman； and founded a second line of proper Kallikaks；judges； doctors； farmers； professors； politicians；a credit to their country。 And there the two branches still are； flourishing side by side。 You can see what a blessing it would have been to New Jersey if something drastic had happened to that feeble…minded barmaid in her infancy。
It seems that feeblemindedness is a very hereditary quality； and science isn't able to overcome it。 No operation has been discovered for introducing brains into the head of a
