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I also have letters from a couple of farmers； each of whom would like to have a strong； husky boy of fourteen who is not afraid of work； their object being to give him a good home。 These good homes appear with great frequency just as the spring planting is coming on。 When we investigated one of them last week； the village minister； in answer to our usual question； 〃Does he own any property？〃 replied in a very guarded manner； 〃I think he must own a corkscrew。〃
You would hardly credit some of the homes that we have investigated。 We found a very prosperous country family the other day； who lived huddled together in three rooms in order to keep the rest of their handsome house clean。 The fourteen…year girl they wished to adopt； by way of a cheap servant； was to sleep in the same tiny room with their own three children。 Their kitchen…dining…parlor apartment was more cluttered up and unaired than any city tenement I ever saw； and the thermometer at eighty… four。 One could scarcely say they were living there； they were rather COOKING。 You may be sure they got no girl from us！
I have made one invariable ruleevery other is flexible。 No child is to be placed out unless the proposed family can offer better advantages than we can give。 I mean than we are going to be able to give in the course of a few months； when we get ourselves made over into a model institution。 I shall have to confess that at present we are still pretty bad。
But anyway； I am very CHOOSEY in regard to homes； and I reject three…fourths of those that offer。
LATER。
Gordon has made honorable amends to my children。 His bag of peanuts is here； made of burlap and three feet high。
Do you remember the dessert of peanuts and maple sugar they used to give us at college？ We turned up our noses； but ate。 I am instituting it here； and I assure you we don't turn up our noses。 It is a pleasure to feed children who have graduated from a course of Mrs。 Lippett； they are pathetically grateful for small blessings。
You can't complain that this letter is too short。
Yours；
On the verge of writer's cramp；
S。 McB。
THE JOHN GRIER HOME；
Off and on； all day Friday。 Dear Judy：
You will be interested to hear that I have encountered another enemythe doctor's housekeeper。 I had talked to the creature several times over the telephone； and had noted that her voice was not distinguished by the soft； low accents that mark the caste of 〃Vere de Vere〃； but now I have seen her。 This morning； while returning from the village； I made a slight detour； and passed our doctor's house。 Sandy is evidently the result of environmentolive green； with a mansard roof and the shades pulled down。 You would think he had just been holding a funeral。
I don't wonder that the amenities of life have somewhat escaped the poor man。 After studying the outside of his house； I was filled with curiosity to see if the inside matched。
Having sneezed five times before breakfast this morning； I decided to go in and consult him professionally。 To be sure； he is a children's specialist； but sneezes are common to all ages。 So I boldly marched up the steps and rang the bell。
Hark！ What sound is that that breaks upon our revelry？ The Hon。 Cy's voice； as I live； approaching up the stairs。 I've letters to write； and I can't be tormented by his blether； so I am rushing Jane to the door with orders to look him firmly in the eye and tell him I am out。
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On with the dance！ Let joy be unconfined。 He's gone。
But those eight stars represent eight agonizing minutes spent in the dark of my library closet。 The Hon。 Cy received Jane's communication with the affable statement that he would sit down and wait。 Whereupon he entered and sat。 But did Jane leave me to languish in the closet？ No； she enticed him to the nursery to see the AWFUL thing that Sadie Kate has done。 The Hon。 Cy loves to see awful things； particularly when done by Sadie Kate。 I haven't an idea what scandal Jane is about to disclose； but no matter； he has gone。
Where was I？ Oh； yes； I had rung the doctor's bell。
The door was opened by a large； husky person with her sleeves rolled up。 She looked very businesslike； with a hawk's nose and cold gray eyes。
〃Well？〃 said she； her tone implying that I was a vacuum… cleaning agent。
〃Good morning。〃 I smiled affably； and stepped inside。 〃Is this Mrs。 McGurk？〃
〃It is；〃 said she。 〃An' ye'll be the new young woman in the orphan asylum？〃
〃I am that；〃 said I。 〃Is himself at home？〃
〃He is not；〃 said she。
〃But this is his office hour。〃
〃He don't keep it regular'。〃
〃He ought；〃 said I； sternly。 〃Kindly tell him that Miss McBride called to consult him； and ask him to look in at the John Grier Home this afternoon。〃
〃Ump'！〃 grunted Mrs。 McGurk； and closed the door so promptly that she shut in the hem of my skirt。
When I told the doctor this afternoon； he shrugged his shoulders； and observed that that was Maggie's gracious way。
〃And why do you put up with Maggie？〃 said I。
〃And where would I find any one better？〃 said he。 〃Doing the work for a lone man who comes as irregularly to meals as a twenty…four…hour day will permit is no sinecure。 She furnishes little sunshine in the home； but she does manage to produce a hot dinner at nine o'clock at night。〃
Just the same； I am willing to wager that her hot dinners are neither delicious nor well served。 She's an inefficient； lazy old termagant； and I know why she doesn't like me。 She imagines that I want to steal away the doctor and oust her from a comfortable position； something of a joke； considering。 But I am not undeceiving her； it will do the old thing good to worry a little。 She may cook him better dinners； and fatten him up a trifle。 I understand that fat men are good…natured。
TEN O'CLOCK。
I don't know what silly stuff I have been writing to you off and on all day； between interruptions。 It has got to be night at last； and I am too tired to do so much as hold up my head。 Your song tells the sad truth； 〃There is no joy in life but sleep。〃
I bid you good night。
S。 McB。
Isn't the English language absurd？ Look at those forty monosyllables in a row！
J。 G。 H。；
April 1。 Dear Judy：
I have placed out Isador Gutschneider。 His new mother is a Swedish woman； fat and smiling； with blue eyes and yellow hair。 She chose him out of the whole nurseryful of children because he was the brunettest baby there。 She has always loved brunettes； but in her most ambitious dreams has never hoped to have one of her own。 His name is going to be changed to Oscar Carlson； after his new dead uncle。
My first trustees' meeting is to occur next Wednesday。 I confess that I am not looking forward to it with impatience especially as an inaugural address by me will be its chief feature。 I wish our president were here to back me up！ But at least I am sure of one thing。 I am never going to adopt the Uriah Heepish attitude toward trustees that characterized Mrs。 Lippett's manners。 I shall treat 〃first Wednesdays〃 as a pleasant social diversion； my day at home； when the friends of the asylum gather for discussion and relaxation； and I shall endeavor not to let our pleasures discommode the orphans。 You see how I have taken to heart the unhappy experiences of that little Jerusha。
Your last letter has arrived； and no suggestion in it of traveling North。 Isn't it about time that you were turning your faces back toward Fifth Avenue？ Hame is hame； be 't ever sae hamely。 Don't you marvel at the Scotch that flows so readily from my pen？ Since being acquent' wi' Sandy； I hae gathered a muckle new vocabulary。 The dinner gong！ I leave you； to devote a revivifying half… hour to mutton hash。 We eat to live in the John Grier Home。
SIX O'CLOCK。
The Hon。 Cy has been calling again。 He drops in with great frequency； hoping to catch me IN DELICTU。 How I do not like that man！ He is a pink； fat； puffy old thing； with a pink； fat； puffy soul。 I was in a very cheery； optimistic frame of mind before his arrival； but now I shall do nothing but grumble for the rest of the day。
He deplores all of the useless innovations that I am endeavoring to introduce； such as a cheerful playroom； prettier clothes； baths； and better food and fresh air and play and fun and ice…cream and kisses。 He says that I will unfit these children to occupy the position in life that God has called them to occupy。
At that my Irish blood came to the surface； and I told him that if God had planned to make all of these 113 little children into useless； ignorant； unhappy citizens； I was going to fool God！ That we weren't educating them out of their class in the least。 We were educating them INTO their natural class much more effectually than is done in the average family。 We weren't trying to force them into college if they hadn't any brain
