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do； I settle world problems。 Isn't it funny how much keener your mind is when you are lying awake in the dark？
I began thinking about Helen Brooks； and I planned her whole life over again。 I don't know why her miserable story has taken such a hold over me。 It's a disheartening subject for an engaged girl to contemplate。 I keep saying to myself； what if Gordon and I； when we really get acquainted； should change our minds about liking each other？ The fear grips my heart and wrings it dry。 But I am marrying him for no reason in the world except affection。 I'm not particularly ambitious。 Neither his position nor his money ever tempted me in the least。 And certainly I am not doing it to find my life work； for in order to marry I am having to give up the work that I love。 I really do love this work。 I go about planning and planning their baby futures； feeling that I'm constructing the nation。 Whatever becomes of me in after life； I am sure I'll be the more capable for having had this tremendous experience。 And it IS a tremendous experience； the nearness to humanity that an asylum brings。 I am learning so many new things every day that when each Saturday night comes I look back on the Sallie of last Saturday night； amazed at her ignorance。
You know I am developing a funny old characteristic； I am getting to hate change。 I don't like the prospect of having my life disrupted。 I used to love the excitement of volcanoes； but now a high level plateau is my choice in landscape。 I am very comfortable where I am。 My desk and closet and bureau drawers are organized to suit me； and； oh； I dread unspeakably the thought of the upheaval that is going to happen to me next year！ Please don't imagine that I don't care for Gordon quite as much as any man has a right to be cared for。 It isn't that I like him any the less； but I am getting to like orphans the more。
I just met our medical adviser a few minutes ago as he was emerging from the nurseryAllegra is the only person in the institution who is favored by his austere social attentions。 He paused in passing to make a polite comment upon the sudden change in the weather； and to express the hope that I would remember him to Mrs。 Pendleton when I wrote。
This is a miserable letter to send off on its travels； with scarcely a word of the kind of news that you like to hear。 But our bare little orphan asylum up in the hills must seem awfully far away from the palms and orange groves and lizards and tarantulas that you are enjoying。
Have a good time； and don't forget the John Grier Home
and
SALLIE。
December 11。 Dear Judy：
Your Jamaica letter is here； and I'm glad to learn that Judy； Junior； enjoys traveling。 Write me every detail about your house； and send some photographs； so I can see you in it。 What fun it must be to have a boat of your own that chugs about those entertaining seas！ Have you worn all of your eighteen white dresses yet？ And aren't you glad now that I made you wait about buying a Panama hat till you reached Kingston？
We are running along here very much as usual without anything exciting to chronicle。 You remember little Maybelle Fuller； don't youthe chorus girl's daughter whom our doctor doesn't like？ We have placed her out。 I tried to make the woman take Hattie Heaphy instead；the quiet little one who stole the communion cup；but no； indeed！ Maybelle's eyelashes won the day。 After all； as poor Marie says； the chief thing is to be pretty。 All else in life depends on that。
When I got home last week； after my dash to New York； I made a brief speech to the children。 I told them that I had just been seeing Aunt Judy off on a big ship； and I am embarrassed to have to report that the interestat least on the part of the boys immediately abandoned Aunt Judy and centered upon the ship。 How many tons of coal did she burn a day？ Was she long enough to reach from the carriage house to the Indian camp？ Were there any guns aboard； and if a privateer should attack her； could she hold her own？ In case of a mutiny； could the captain shoot down anybody he chose； and wouldn't he be hanged when he got to shore？
I had ignominiously to call upon Sandy to finish my speech。 I realize that the best…equipped feminine mind in the world can't cope with the peculiar class of questions that originate in a thirteen…year boy's brain。
As a result of their seafaring interest； the doctor conceived the idea of inviting seven of the oldest and most alert lads to spend the day with him in New York and see with their own eyes an oceanliner。 They rose at five yesterday morning； caught the 7：30 train； and had the most wonderful adventure that has happened in all their seven lives。 They visited one of the big liners （Sandy knows the Scotch engineer）； and were conducted from the bottom of the hold to the top of the crow's…nest； and then had luncheon on board。 And after luncheon they visited the aquarium and the top of the Singer Building； and took the subway uptown to spend an hour with the birds of America in their habitats。 Sandy with great difficulty pried them away from the Natural History Museum in time to catch the 6：15 train。 Dinner in the dining…car。 They inquired with great particularity how much it was costing； and when they heard that it was the same； no matter how much you ate； they drew deep breaths and settled quietly and steadily to the task of not allowing their host to be cheated。 The railroad made nothing on that party； and all the tables around stopped eating to stare。 One traveler asked the doctor if it was a boarding school he had in charge； so you can see how the manners and bearing of our lads have picked up。 I don't wish to boast； but no one would ever have asked such a question concerning seven of Mrs。 Lippett's youngsters。 〃Are they bound for a reformatory？〃 would have been the natural question after observing the table manners of her offspring。
My little band tumbled in toward ten o'clock； excitedly babbling a mess of statistics about reciprocating compound engines and watertight bulkheads； devil…fish and sky…scrapers and birds of paradise。 I thought I should never get them to bed。 And； oh； but they had had a glorious day！ I do wish I could manage breaks in the routine oftener。 It gives them a new outlook on life and makes them more like normal children。 Wasn't it really nice of Sandy？ But you should have seen that man's behavior when I tried to thank him。 He waved me aside in the middle of a sentence； and growlingly asked Miss Snaith if she couldn't economize a little on carbolic acid。 The house smelt like a hospital。
I must tell you that Punch is back with us again； entirely renovated as to manners。 I am looking for a family to adopt him。
I had hoped those two intelligent spinsters would see their way to keeping him forever； but they want to travel； and they feel he's too consuming of their liberty。 I inclose a sketch in colored chalk of your steamer； which he has just completed。 There is some doubt as to the direction in which it is going； it looks as though it might progress backward and end in Brooklyn。 Owing to the loss of my blue pencil； our flag has had to adopt the Italian colors。
The three figures on the bridge are you and Jervis and the baby。 I am pained to note that you carry your daughter by the back of her neck； as if she were a kitten。 That is not the way we handle babies in the J。 G。 H。 nursery。 Please also note that the artist has given Jervis his full due in the matter of legs。 When I asked Punch what had become of the captain； he said that the captain was inside； putting coal on the fire。 Punch was terribly impressed； as well he might be； when he heard that your steamer burned three hundred wagonloads a day； and he naturally supposed that all hands had been piped to the stokehole。
BOW！ WOW！
That's a bark from Sing。 I told him I was writing to you； and he responded instantly。
We both send love。
Yours；
SALLIE。
THE JOHN GRIER HOME；
Saturday。 Dear Enemy：
You were so terribly gruff last night when I tried to thank you for giving my boys such a wonderful day that I didn't have a chance to express half of the appreciation I felt。
What on earth is the matter with you； Sandy？ You used to be a tolerably nice manin spots； but these last three or four months you have only been nice to other people； never to me。 We have had from the first a long series of misunderstandings and foolish contretemps； but after each one we seemed to reach a solider basis of understanding； until I had thought our friendship was on a pretty firm foundation； capable of withstanding any reasonable shock。
And then came that unfortunate evening last June when you overheard some foolish impolitenesses； which I did not in the slightest degree mean； and from then on you faded into the distance。 Really； I have felt terribly bad about it； and have wanted to apologize； but your manner has not been i
