dear enemy-第27章
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ightened at the hardness of life。
Their mother was a kindergarten teacher who married an artist on a capital of enthusiasm and a few tubes of paint。 His friends say that he had talent； but of course he had to throw it away to pay the milkman。 They lived in a haphazard fashion in a rickety old studio； cooking behind screens； the babies sleeping on shelves。
But there seems to have been a very happy side to ita great deal of love and many friends； all more or less poor； but artistic and congenial and high…thinking。 The little lads； in their gentleness and fineness； show that phase of their upbringing。 They have an air which many of my children； despite all the good manners I can pour into them； will forever lack。
The mother died in the hospital a few days after Allegra's birth； and the father struggled on for two years； caring for his brood and painting like madadvertisements； anythingto keep a roof over their heads。
He died in St。 Vincent's three weeks ago；overwork； worry； pneumonia。 His friends rallied about the babies； sold such of the studio fittings as had escaped pawning； paid off the debts； and looked about for the best asylum they could find。 And； Heaven save them！ they hit upon us！
Well； I kept the two artists for luncheon；nice creatures in soft hats and Windsor ties； and looking pretty frayed themselves；and then started them back to New York with the promise that I would give the little family my most parental attention。
So here they are； one little mite in the nursery； two in the kindergarten room； four big packing cases full of canvases in the cellar； and a trunk in the store room with the letters of their father and mother。 And a look in their faces； an intangible spiritual SOMETHING； that is their heritage。
I can't get them out of my mind。 All night long I was planning their future。 The boys are easy。 They have already been graduated from college； Mr。 Pendleton assisting； and are pursuing honorable business careers。 But Allegra I don't know about； I can't think what to wish for the child。 Of course the normal thing to wish for any sweet little girl is that two kind foster parents will come along to take the place of the real parents that Fate has robbed her of。 But in this case it would be cruel to steal her away from her brothers。 Their love for the baby is pitiful。 You see； they have brought her up。 The only time I ever hear them laugh is when she has done something funny。
The poor little fellows miss their father horribly。 I found Don； the five…year…old one； sobbing in his crib last night because he couldn't say good night to 〃daddy。〃
But Allegra is true to her name； the happiest young miss of three I have ever seen。 The poor father managed well by her； and she； little ingrate； has already forgotten that she has lost him。
Whatever can I do with these little ones？ I think and think and think about them。 I can't place them out； and it does seem too awful to bring them up here； for as good as we are going to be when we get ourselves made over； still； after all； we are an institution； and our inmates are just little incubator chicks。 They don't get the individual； fussy care that only an old hen can give。
There is a lot of interesting news that I might have been telling you； but my new little family has driven everything out of my mind。
Bairns are certain joy； but nae sma' care。
Yours ever；
SALLIE。 P。S。 Don't forget that you are coming to visit me next week。
P。S。 II。 The doctor； who is ordinarily so scientific and unsentimental； has fallen in love with Allegra。 He didn't so much as glance at her tonsils； he simply picked her up in his arms and hugged her。 Oh； she is a little witch！ Whatever is to become of her？
June 22。 My dear Judy：
I may report that you need no longer worry as to our inadequate fire protection。 The doctor and Mr。 Witherspoon have been giving the matter their gravest attention； and no game yet devised has proved so entertaining and destructive as our fire drill。
The children all retire to their beds and plunge into alert slumber。 Fire alarm sounds。 They spring up and into their shoes； snatch the top blanket from their beds； wrap it around their imaginary nightclothes； fall into line； and trot to the hall and stairs。
Our seventeen little tots in the nursery are each in charge of an Indian； and are bundled out； shrieking with delight。 The remaining Indians； so long as there is no danger of the roof falling； devote themselves to salvage。 On the occasion of our first drill； Percy in command； the contents of a dozen clothes lockers were dumped into sheets and hurled out of the windows。 I usurped dictatorship just in time to keep the pillows and mattresses from following。 We spent hours resorting those clothes； while Percy and the doctor； having lost all interest strolled up to the camp with their pipes。
Our future drills are to be a touch less realistic。 However； I am pleased to tell you that； under the able direction of Fire Chief Witherspoon； we emptied the building in six minutes and twenty…eight seconds。
That baby Allegra has fairy blood in her veins。 Never did this institution harbor such a child； barring one that Jervis and I know of。 She has completely subjugated the doctor。 Instead of going about his visits like a sober medical man； he comes down to my library hand in hand with Allegra； and for half an hour at a time crawls about on a rug； pretending he's a horse； while the bonnie wee lassie sits on his back and kicks。 You know； I am thinking of putting a card in the paper：
Characters neatly remodeled。 S。 McBride。
Sandy dropped in two nights ago to have a bit of conversation with Betsy and me； and he was FRIVOLOUS。 He made three jokes； and he sat down at the piano and sang some old Scotch； 〃My luve's like a red； red rose；〃 and 〃Come under my plaidie；〃 and 〃Wha's at the window？ Wha？ Wha？〃 not in the least educational； and then danced a few steps of the strathspey！
I sat and beamed upon my handiwork； for it's true； I've done it all through my frivolous example and the books I've given him and the introducing of such lightsome companions as Jimmie and Percy and Gordon Hallock。 If I have a few more months in which to work； I shall get the man human。 He has given up purple ties； and at my tactful suggestion has adopted a suit of gray。 You have no idea how it sets him off。 He will be quite distinguished looking as soon as I can make him stop carrying bulgy things in his pockets。
Good…by； and remember that we're expecting you on Friday。
SALLIE。
P。S。 Here is a picture of Allegra； taken by Mr。 Witherspoon。 Isn't she a love？ Her present clothes do not enhance her beauty； but in the course of a few weeks she will move into a pink smocked frock。
Wednesday； June 24； 10 A。M。 MRS。 JERVIS PENDLETON。
Madam：
Your letter is at hand； stating that you cannot visit me on Friday per promise； because your husband has business that keeps him in town。 What clishmaclaver is this！ Has it come to such a pass that you can't leave him for two days？
I did not let 113 babies interfere with my visit to you； and I see no reason why you should let one husband interfere with your visit to me。 I shall meet the Berkshire express on Friday as agreed。 S。 McBRIDE。
June 30。 My dear Judy：
That was a very flying visit you paid us； but for all small favors we are grateful。 I am awfully pleased that you were so delighted with the way things are going； and I can't wait for Jervis and the architect to get up here and really begin a fundamental ripping…up。
You know； I had the queerest feeling all the time that you were here。 I can't make it seem true that you； my dear； wonderful Judy； were actually brought up in this institution； and know from the bitter inside what these little tots need。 Sometimes the tragedy o
