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yes a bit when we show them about。
I have just made out a chart for next week's meals； and posted it in the kitchen in the sight of an aggrieved cook。 Variety is a word hitherto not found in the lexicon of the J。G。H。 You would never dream all of the delightful surprises we are going to have： brown bread； corn pone； graham muffins； samp； rice pudding with LOTS of raisins； thick vegetable soup； macaroni Italian fashion； polenta cakes with molasses； apple dumplings； gingerbreadoh； an endless list！ After our biggest girls have assisted in the manufacture of such appetizing dainties； they will almost be capable of keeping future husbands in love with them。
Oh； dear me！ Here I am babbling these silly nothings when I have some real news up my sleeve。 We have a new worker； a gem of a worker。
Do you remember Betsy Kindred； 1910？ She led the glee club and was president of dramatics。 I remember her perfectly； she always had lovely clothes。 Well； if you please； she lives only twelve miles from here。 I ran across her by chance yesterday morning as she was motoring through the village； or； rather； she just escaped running across me。
I never spoke to her in my life； but we greeted each other like the oldest friends。 It pays to have conspicuous hair； she recognized me instantly。 I hopped upon the running board of her car and said：
〃Betsy Kindred； 1910； you've got to come back to my orphan asylum and help me catalogue my orphans。〃
And it astonished her so that she came。 She's to be here four or five days a week as temporary secretary； and somehow I must manage to keep her permanently。 She's the most useful person I ever saw。 I am hoping that orphans will become such a habit with her that she won't be able to give them up。 I think she might stay if we pay her a big enough salary。 She likes to be independent of her family； as do all of us in these degenerate times。
In my growing zeal for cataloguing people； I should like to get our doctor tabulated。 If Jervis knows any gossip about him； write it to me； please； the worse； the better。 He called yesterday to lance a felon on Sammy Speir's thumb； then ascended to my electric…blue parlor to give instructions as to the dressing of thumbs。 The duties of a superintendent are manifold。
It was just teatime； so I casually asked him to stay； and he did！ Not for the pleasure of my society；no； indeed；but because Jane appeared at the moment with a plate of toasted muffins。 He hadn't had any luncheon； it seems； and dinner was a long way ahead。 Between muffins （he ate the whole plateful） he saw fit to interrogate me as to my preparedness for this position。 Had I studied biology in college？ How far had I gone in chemistry？ What did I know of sociology？ Had I visited that model institution at Hastings？
To all of which I responded affably and openly。 Then I permitted myself a question or two： just what sort of youthful training had been required to produce such a model of logic； accuracy； dignity； and common sense as I saw sitting before me？ Through persistent prodding I elicited a few forlorn facts； but all quite respectable。 You'd think； from his reticence； there'd been a hanging in the family。 The MacRae PERE was born in Scotland； and came to the States to occupy a chair at Johns Hopkins； son Robin was shipped back to Auld Reekie for his education。 His grandmother was a M'Lachlan of Strathlachan （I am sure she sounds respectable）； and his vacations were spent in the Hielands a…chasing the deer。
So much could I gather； so much； and no more。 Tell me； I beg； some gossip about my enemysomething scandalous by preference。
Why； if he is such an awfully efficient person does he bury himself in this remote locality？ You would think an up…and… coming scientific man would want a hospital at one elbow and a morgue at the other。 Are you sure that he didn't commit a crime and isn't hiding from the law？
I seem to have covered a lot of paper without telling you much。 VIVE LA BAGATELLE！ Yours as usual；
SALLIE。
P。S。 I am relieved on one point。 Dr。 MacRae does not pick out his own clothes。 He leaves all such unessential trifles to his housekeeper； Mrs。 Maggie McGurk。
Again； and irrevocably； good…by！
THE JOHN GRIER HOME；
Wednesday。 Dear Gordon：
Your roses and your letter cheered me for an entire morning； and it's the first time I've approached cheerfulness since the fourteenth of February； when I waved good…by to Worcester。
Words can't tell you how monotonously oppressive the daily round of institution life gets to be。 The only glimmer in the whole dull affair is the fact that Betsy Kindred spends four days a week with us。 Betsy and I were in college together； and we do occasionally find something funny to laugh about。
Yesterday we were having tea in my HIDEOUS parlor when we suddenly determined to revolt against so much unnecessary ugliness。 We called in six sturdy and destructive orphans； a step…ladder； and a bucket of hot water； and in two hours had every vestige of that tapestry paper off those walls。 You can't imagine what fun it is ripping paper off walls。
Two paperhangers are at work this moment hanging the best that our village affords； while a German upholsterer is on his knees measuring my chairs for chintz slip covers that will hide every inch of their plush upholstery。
Please don't get nervous。 This doesn't mean that I'm preparing to spend my life in the asylum。 It means only that I'm preparing a cheerful welcome for my successor。 I haven't dared tell Judy how dismal I find it； because I don't want to cloud Florida； but when she returns to New York she will find my official resignation waiting to meet her in the front hall。
I would write you a long letter in grateful payment for seven pages； but two of my little dears are holding a fight under the window。 I dash to separate them。
Yours as ever；
S。 McB。
THE JOHN GRIER HOME；
March 8。
My dear Judy：
I myself have bestowed a little present upon the John Grier Homethe refurnishing of the superintendent's private parlor。 I saw the first night here that neither I nor any future occupant could be happy with Mrs。 Lippett's electric plush。 You see； I am planning to make my successor contented and willing to stay。
Betsy Kindred assisted in the rehabilitation of the Lippett's chamber of horrors； and between us we have created a symphony in dull blue and gold。 Really and truly； it's one of the loveliest rooms you've ever seen。 The sight of it will be an artistic education to any orphan。 New paper on the wall； new rugs on the floor （my own prized Persians expressed from Worcester by an expostulating family）。 New casement curtains at my three windows； revealing a wide and charming view； hitherto hidden by Nottingham lace。 A new big table； some lamps and books and a picture or so； and a real open fire。 She had closed the fireplace because it let in air。
I never realized what a difference artistic surroundings make in the peace of one's soul。 I sat last night and watched my fire throw nice highlights on my new old fender； and purred with contentment。 And I assure you it's the first purr that has come from this cat since she entered the gates of the John Grier Home。
But the refurnishing of the superintendent's parlor is the slightest of our needs。 The children's private apartments demand so much basic attention that I can't decide where to begin。 That dark north playroom is a shocking scandal； but no more shocking than our hideous dining room or our unventilated dormitories or our tubless lavatories。
If the institution is very saving； do you think it can ever afford to burn down this smelly old original building； and put up instead some nice； ventilated modern cottages？ I cannot contemplate that wonderful institution at Hastings without being filled with envy。 It would be some fun to run an asylum if you had a plant like that to work with。 But； anyway； when you get back to New York and are ready to consult the architect about remodeling； please apply to me for suggestions。 Among other little details I want two hundred feet of sleeping porch running along the outside of our dormitories。
You see； it's this way： our physical examination reveals the fact that about half of our children are aenemicaneamic anaemic （Mercy！ what a word！）； and a lot of them have tubercular ancestors； and more have alcoholic。 Their first need is oxygen rather than education。 And if the sickly ones need it； why wouldn't it be good for the well ones？ I should like to have every child； winter and summer； sleeping in the open air； but I know that if I let fall such a bomb on the board of trustees； the whole body would explode。
Speaking of trustees； I have met up with the Hon。 Cyrus Wykoff； and I really believe that I dislike him more than Dr。 Robin MacRae or the kindergarten teacher or the cook。 I seem to have a genius for discovering enem
