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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 child who didn't start with them。 And the child grows up with； say； a nine…year brain in a thirty…year body； and becomes an easy tool for any criminal he meets。 Our prisons are one…third full of feeble…minded convicts。 Society ought to segregate them on feeble…minded farms； where they can earn their livings in peaceful menial pursuits； and not have children。 Then in a generation or so we might be able to wipe them out。
Did you know all that？ It's very necessary information for a politician to have。 Get the book and read it； please； I'd send my copy only that it's borrowed。
It's also very necessary information for me to have。 There are eleven of these chicks that I suspect a bit； and I am SURE of Loretta Higgins。 I have been trying for a month to introduce one or two basic ideas into that child's brain； and now I know what the trouble is： her head is filled with a sort of soft cheesy substance instead of brain。
I came up here to make over this asylum in such little details as fresh air and food and clothes and sunshine； but； heavens！ you can see what problems I am facing。 I've got to make over society first； so that it won't send me sub…normal children to work with。 Excuse all this excited conversation； but I've just met up with the subject of feeble…mindedness； and it's appallingand interesting。 It is your business as a legislator to make laws that will remove it from the world。 Please attend to this immediately； And oblige；
S。 McBRIDE；
Sup't John Grier Home。
Friday。 Dear Man of Science：
You didn't come today。 Please don't skip us tomorrow。 I have finished the Kallikak family and I am bursting with talk。 Don't you think we ought to have a psychologist examine these children？
We owe it to adopting parents not to saddle them with feeble… minded offspring。
You know； I'm tempted to ask you to prescribe arsenic for Loretta's cold。 I've diagnosed her case； she's a Kallikak。 Is it right to let her grow up and found a line of 378 feeble…minded people for society to care for？ Oh dear！ I do hate to poison the child； but what can I do？
S。 McB。
Dear Gordon：
You aren't interested in feeble…minded people； and you are shocked because I am？ Well； I am equally shocked because you are not。 If you aren't interested in everything of the sort that there unfortunately is in this world； how can you make wise laws？
You can't。
However； at your request； I will converse upon a less morbid subject。 I've just bought fifty yards of blue and rose and green and corn…colored hair…ribbon as an Easter present for my fifty little daughters。 I am also thinking of sending you an Easter present。 How would a nice fluffy little kitten please you？ I can offer any of the following patterns：
Number 3 comes in any color； gray； black； or yellow。 If you will let me know which you would rather have； I will express it at once。
I would write a respectable letter； but it's teatime； and I see that a guest approaches。
ADDIO！
SALLIE。
P。S。 Don't you know some one who would like to adopt a desirable baby boy with seventeen nice new teeth？
April 20。 My dear Judy：
One a penny； two a penny； hot cross buns！ We've had a Good Friday present of ten dozen； given by Mrs。 De Peyster Lambert； a high church； stained…glass…window soul whom I met at a tea a few days ago。 （Who says now that teas are a silly waste of time？） She asked me about my 〃precious little waifs；〃 and said I was doing a noble work and would be rewarded。 I saw buns in her eye； and sat down and talked to her for half an hour。
Now I shall go and thank her in person； and tell her with a great deal of affecting detail how much those buns were appreciated by my precious litt
