dear enemy-第35章
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e your temper； always speak kindly to the little ones。 Though they may appear bad； they are not so in reality。 It is either that they are not feeling well or have nothing interesting to do。 Never punish； simply deflect their attention。 I was entertaining a very loving； uplifted attitude toward all this young life about me when my attention was attracted by a group of little boys beneath the window。
〃AwJohndon't hurt it！〃
〃Let it go！〃
〃Kill it quick！〃
And above their remonstrances rose the agonized squealing of some animal in pain。 I dropped Froebel and； running downstairs； burst upon them from the side door。 They saw me coming； and scattered right and left； revealing Johnnie Cobden engaged in torturing a mouse。 I will spare you the grisly details。 I called to one of the boys to come and drown the creature quick！ John I seized by the collar； and dragged him squirming and kicking in at the kitchen door。 He is a big； hulking boy of thirteen； and he fought like a little tiger； holding on to posts and doorjambs as we passed。 Ordinarily I doubt if I could have handled him； but that one sixteenth Irish that I possess was all on top； and I was fighting mad。 We burst into the kitchen； and I hastily looked about for a means of chastisement。 The pancake turner was the first utensil that met my eyes。 I seized it and beat that child with all my strength； until I had reduced him to a cowering； whimpering mendicant for mercy； instead of the fighting little bully he had been four minutes before。
And then who should suddenly burst into the midst of this explosion but Dr。 MacRae！ His face was blank with astonishment。 He strode over and took the pancake turner out of my hand and set the boy on his feet。 Johnnie got behind him and clung！ I was so angry that I really couldn't talk。 It was all I could do not to cry。
〃Come； we will take him up to the office；〃 was all the doctor said。 And we marched out； Johnnie keeping as far from me as possible and limping conspicuously。 We left him in the outer office； and went into my library and shut the door。
〃What in the world has the child done？〃 he asked。
At that I simply laid my head down on the table and began to cry！ I was utterly exhausted both emotionally and physically。 It had taken all the strength I possessed to make the pancake turner effective。
I sobbed out all the bloody details； and he told me not to think about it； the mouse was dead now。 Then he got me some water to drink； and told me to keep on crying till I was tired； it would do me good。 I am not sure that he didn't pat me on the head！ Anyway； it was his best professional manner。 I have watched him administer the same treatment a dozen times to hysterical orphans。 And this was the first time in a week that we had spoken beyond the formality of 〃good morning〃！
Well； as soon as I had got to the stage where I could sit up and laugh； intermittently dabbing my eyes with a wad of handkerchief； we began a review of Johnnie's case。 The boy has a morbid heredity； and may be slightly defective； says Sandy。 We must deal with the fact as we would with any other disease。 Even normal boys are often cruel。 A child's moral sense is undeveloped at thirteen。
Then he suggested that I bathe my eyes with hot water and resume my dignity。 Which I did。 And we had Johnnie in。 He stoodby preferencethrough the entire interview。 The doctor talked to him； oh； so sensibly and kindly and humanely！ John put up the plea that the mouse was a pest and ought to be killed。 The doctor replied that the welfare of the human race demanded the sacrifice of many animals for its own good； not for revenge； but that the sacrifice must be carried out with the least possible hurt to the animal。 He explained about the mouse's nervous system； and how the poor little creature hadno means of defense。 It was a cowardly thing to hurt it wantonly。 He told John to try to develop imagination enough to look at things from the other person's point of view； even if the other person was only a mouse。 Then he went to the bookcase and took down my copy of Burns； and told the boy what a great poet he was； and how all Scotchmen loved his memory。
〃And this is what he wrote about a mouse；〃 said Sandy； turning to the 〃Wee； sleekit； cow'rin； timorous beastie；〃 which he read and explained to the lad as only a Scotchman could。
Johnnie departed penitent； and Sandy redirected his professional attention to me。 He said I was tired and in need of a change。 Why not go to the Adirondacks for a week？ He and Betsy and Mr。 Witherspoon would make themselves into a committee to run the asylum。
You know； that's exactly what I was longing to do！ I need a shifting of ideas and some pine…scented air。 My family opened the camp last week； and think I'm awful not to join them。 They won't understand that when you accept a position like this you can't casually toss it aside whenever you feel like it。 But for a few days I can easily manage。 My asylum is wound up like an eight…day clock； and will run until a week from next Monday at 4 P。M。； when my train will return me。 Then I shall be comfortably settled again before you arrive； and with no errant fancies in my brain。
Meanwhile Master John is in a happily chastened frame of mind and body。 And I rather suspect that Sandy's moralizing had the more force because it was preceded by my pancake turner！ But one thing I knowSuzanne Estelle is terrified whenever I step into her kitchen。 I casually picked up the potato…masher this morning while I was commenting upon last night's over…salty soup； and she ran to cover behind the woodshed door。
Tomorrow at nine I set out on my travels； after preparing the way with five telegrams。 And； oh！ you can't imagine how I'm looking forward to being a gay； carefree young thing againto canoeing on the lake and tramping in the woods and dancing at the clubhouse。 I was in a state of delirium all night long at the prospect。 Really； I hadn't realized how mortally tired I had become of all this asylum scenery。
〃What you need；〃 said Sandy to me； 〃is to get away for a little and sow some wild oats。〃
That diagnosis was positively clairvoyant。 I can't think of anything in the world I'd rather do than sow a few wild oats。 I'll come back with fresh energy； ready to welcome you and a busy summer。
As ever；
SALLIE。
P。S。 Jimmie and Gordon are both going to be up there。 How I wish you could join us！ A husband is very discommoding。
CAMP McBRIDE；
July 29。 Dear Judy：
This is to tell you that the mountains are higher than usual； the woods greener； and the lake bluer。
People seem late about coming up this year。 The Harrimans' camp is the only other one at our end of the lake that is open。 The clubhouse is very scantily supplied with dancing men； but we have as house guest an obliging young politician who likes to dance； so I am not discommoded by the general scarcity。
The affairs of the nation and the rearing of orphans are alike delegated to the background while we paddle about among the lily pads of this delectable lake。 I look forward with reluctance to 7：56 next Monday morning； when I turn my back on the mountains。 The awful thing about a vacation is that the moment it begins your happiness is already clouded by its approaching end。
I hear a voice on the veranda asking if Sallie is to be found within or without。
ADDIO！
S。
August 3。 Dear Judy：
Back at the John Grier； reshouldering the burdens of the coming generation。 What should meet my eyes upon entering these grounds but John Cobden； of pancake turner memory； wearing a badge upon his sleeve。 I turned it to me and read 〃S。 P。 C。 A。〃 in letters of gold！ The doctor； during my absence； has formed a local branch of the Cruelty to Animals； and made Johnnie its president。
I hear that yesterday he stopped the workmen on the foundation for the new farm cottage and scolded them severely
