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entire working staff of the institution was present； I thought it a good opportunity to emphasize the fact that all of these upsetting； innovations come straight from headquarters； and not out of my excitable brain。
The children stopped eating and stared。 The conspicuous color of my hair and the frivolous tilt of my nose are evidently new attributes in a superintendent。 My colleagues also showed plainly that they consider me too young and too inexperienced to be set in authority。 I haven't seen Jervis's wonderful Scotch doctor yet； but I assure you that he will have to be VERY wonderful to make up for the rest of these people； especially the kindergarten teacher。 Miss Snaith and I clashed early on the subject of fresh air； but I intend to get rid of this dreadful institution smell； if I freeze every child into a little ice statue。
This being a sunny； sparkling； snowy afternoon； I ordered that dungeon of a playroom closed and the children out of doors。
〃She's chasin' us out；〃 I heard one small urchin grumbling as he struggled into a two…years…too…small overcoat。
They simply stood about the yard； all humped in their clothes； waiting patiently to be allowed to come back in。 No running or shouting or coasting or snowballs。 Think of it！ These children don't know how to play。
STILL LATER。
I have already begun the congenial task of spending your money。 I bought eleven hot…water bottles this afternoon （every one that the village drug store contained） likewise some woolen blankets and padded quilts。 And the windows are wide open in the babies' dormitory。 Those poor little tots are going to enjoy the perfectly new sensation of being able to breathe at night。
There are a million things I want to grumble about； but it's half…past ten； and Jane says I MUST go to bed。
Yours in command；
SALLIE McBRIDE。
P。S。 Before turning in； I tiptoed through the corridor to make sure that all was right； and what do you think I found？ Miss Snaith softly closing the windows in the babies' dormitory！ Just as soon as I can find a suitable position for her in an old ladies' home； I am going to discharge that woman。
Jane takes the pen from my hand。
Good night。
THE JOHN GRIER HOME；
February 20。 Dear Judy：
Dr。 Robin MacRae called this afternoon to make the acquaintance of the new superintendent。 Please invite him to dinner upon the occasion of his next visit to New York； and see for yourself what your husband has done。 Jervis grossly misrepresented the facts when he led me to believe that one of the chief advantages of my position would be the daily intercourse with a man of Dr。 MacRae's polish and brilliancy and scholarliness and charm。
He is tall and thinnish； with sandy hair and cold gray eyes。 During the hour he spent in my society （and I was very sprightly） no shadow of a smile so much as lightened the straight line of his mouth。 Can a shadow lighten？ Maybe not； but； anyway； what IS the matter with the man？ Has he committed some remorseful crime； or is his taciturnity due merely to his natural Scotchness？ He's as companionable as a granite tombstone！
Incidentally； our doctor didn't like me any more than I liked him。 He thinks I'm frivolous and inconsequential； and totally unfitted for this position of trust。 I dare say Jervis has had a letter from him by now asking to have me removed。
In the matter of conversation we didn't hit it off in the least。 He discussed broadly and philosophically the evils of institutional care for dependent children； while I lightly deplored the unbecoming coiffure that prevails among our girls。
To prove my point； I had in Sadie Kate； my special errand orphan。 Her hair is strained back as tightly as though it had been done with a monkey wrench； and is braided behind into two wiry little pigtails。 Decidedly； orphans' ears need to be softened。 But Dr。 Robin MacRae doesn't give a hang whether their ears are becoming or not； what he cares about is their stomachs。 We also split upon the subject of red petticoats。 I don't see how any little girl can preserve any self…respect when dressed in a red flannel petticoat an irregular inch longer than her blue checked gingham dress； but he thinks that red petticoats are cheerful and warm and hygienic。 I foresee a warlike reign for the new superintendent。
In regard to the doctor； there is just one detail to be thankful for： he is almost as new as I am； and he cannot instruct me in the traditions of the asylum。 I don't believe I COULD have worked with the old doctor； who； judging from the specimens of his art that he left behind； knew as much about babies as a veterinary surgeon。
In the matter of asylum etiquette； the entire staff has undertaken my education。 Even the cook this morning told me firmly that the John Grier Home has corn meal mush on Wednesday nights。
Are you searching hard for another superintendent？ I'll stay until she comes； but please find her fast。
Yours；
With my mind made up；
SALLIE McBRIDE。
SUP'T'S OFFICE；
JOHN GRIER HOME；
February 27。 Dear Gordon：
Are you still insulted because I wouldn't take your advice？ Don't you know that a reddish…haired person of Irish forebears； with a dash of Scotch； can't be driven； but must be gently led？ Had you been less obnoxiously insistent； I should have listened sweetly； and been saved。 As it is； I frankly confess that I have spent the last five days in repenting our quarrel。 You were right； and I was wrong； and； as you see； I handsomely acknowledge it。 If I ever emerge from this present predicament； I shall in the future be guided （almost always） by your judgment。 Could any woman make a more sweeping retraction than that？
The romantic glamour which Judy cast over this orphan asylum exists only in her poetic imagination。 The place is AWFUL。 Words can't tell you how dreary and dismal and smelly it is： long corridors； bare walls； blue…uniformed； dough…faced little inmates that haven't the slightest resemblance to human children。 And oh； the dreadful institution smell！ A mingling of wet scrubbed floors； unaired rooms； and food for a hundred people always steaming on the stove。
The asylum not only has to be made over； but every child as well； and it's too herculean a task for such a selfish； luxurious； and lazy person as Sallie McBride ever to have undertaken。 I'm resigning the very first moment that Judy can find a suitable successor； but that； I fear； will not be immediately。 She has gone off South； leaving me stranded； and of course； after having promised； I can't simply abandon her asylum。 But in the meantime I assure you that I'm homesick。
Write me a cheering letter； and send a flower to brighten my private drawing room。 I inherited it； furnished； from Mrs。 Lippett。 The wall is covered with a tapestry paper in brown and red； the furniture is electric…blue plush； except the center table； which is gilt。 Green predominates in the carpet。 If you presented some pink rosebuds； they would complete the color scheme。
I really was obnoxious that last evening； but you are avenged。
Remorsefully yours；
SALLIE McBRIDE。
P。S。 You needn't have been so grumpy about the Scotch doctor。 The man is everything dour that the word 〃Scotch〃 implies。 I detest him on sight； and he detests me。 Oh； we're going to have a sweet time working together
THE JOHN GRIER HOME；
February 22。
My dear Gordon：
Your vigorous and expensive message is here。 I know that you have plenty of money； but that is no reason why you should waste it so frivolously。 When you feel so bursting with talk that only a hundred…word telegram will relieve an explosion； at least turn it into
