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ars that did not originate in her abnormal brain。 This young person has； to me； a most unusual history； though I understand it's common enough in foundling circles。 She was discovered eleven years ago on the bottom step of a Thirty…ninth Street house； asleep in a pasteboard box labeled； 〃Altman & Co。〃
〃Sadie Kate Kilcoyne； aged five weeks。 Be kind to her；〃 was neatly printed on the cover。
The policeman who picked her up took her to Bellevue where the foundlings are pronounced； in the order of their arrival； 〃Catholic； Protestant； Catholic； Protestant；〃 with perfect impartiality。 Our Sadie Kate； despite her name and blue Irish eyes； was made a Protestant。 And here she is growing Irisher and Irisher every day； but； true to her christening； protesting loudly against every detail of life。
Her two little black braids point in opposite directions； her little monkey face is all screwed up with mischief； she is as active as a terrier； and you have to keep her busy every moment。 Her record of badnesses occupies pages in the Doomsday Book。 The last item reads：
〃For stumping Maggie Geer to get a doorknob into her mouth punishment； the afternoon spent in bed； and crackers for supper。〃
It seems that Maggie Geer； fitted with a mouth of unusual stretching capacity； got the doorknob in； but couldn't get it out。 The doctor was called； and cannily solved the problem with a buttered shoe…horn。 〃Muckle…mouthed Meg；〃 he has dubbed the patient ever since。
You can understand that my thoughts are anxiously occupied in filling every crevice of Sadie Kate's existence。
There are a million subjects that I ought to consult with the president about。 I think it was very unkind of you and him to saddle me with your orphan asylum and run off South to play。 It would serve you right if I did everything wrong。 While you are traveling about in private cars； and strolling in the moonlight on palm beaches； please think of me in the drizzle of a New York March； taking care of 113 babies that by rights are yoursand be grateful。
I remain （for a limited time）；
S。 McBRIDE。
SUP'T JOHN GRIER HOME。 Dear Enemy：
I am sending herewith （under separate cover） Sammy Speir； who got mislaid when you paid your morning visit。 Miss Snaith brought him to light after you had gone。 Please scrutinize his thumb。 I never saw a felon； but I have diagnosed it as such。 Yours truly； S。 McBRIDE。
SUP'T JOHN GRIER HOME；
March 6。 Dear Judy：
I don't know yet whether the children are going to love me or not； but they DO love my dog。 No creature so popular as Singapore ever entered these gates。 Every afternoon three boys who have been perfect in deportment are allowed to brush and comb him； while three other good boys may serve him with food and drink。 But every Saturday morning the climax of the week is reached； when three superlatively good boys give him a nice lathery bath with hot water and flea soap。 The privilege of serving as Singapore's valet is going to be the only incentive I shall need for maintaining discipline。
But isn't it pathetically unnatural for these youngsters to be living in the country and never owning a pet？ Especially when they； of all children； do so need something to love。 I am going to manage pets for them somehow； if I have to spend our new endowment for a menagerie。 Couldn't you bring back some baby alligators and a pelican？ Anything alive will be gratefully received。
This should by rights be my first 〃Trustees' Day。〃 I am deeply grateful to Jervis for arranging a simple business meeting in New York； as we are not yet on dress parade up here； but we are hoping by the first Wednesday in April to have something visible to show。 If all of the doctor's ideas； and a few of my own； get themselves materialized； our trustees will open their eyes a bit when we show them about。
I have just made out a chart for next week's meals； and posted it in the kitchen in the sight of an aggrieved cook。 Variety is a word hitherto not found in the lexicon of the J。G。H。 You would never dream all of the delightful surprises we are going to have： brown bread； corn pone； graham muffins； samp； rice pudding with LOTS of raisins； thick vegetable soup； macaroni Italian fashion； polenta cakes with molasses； apple dumplings； gingerbreadoh； an endless list！ After our biggest girls have assisted in the manufacture of such appetizing dainties； they will almost be capable of keeping future husbands in love with them。
Oh； dear me！ Here I am babbling these silly nothings when I have some real news up my sleeve。 We have a new worker； a gem of a worker。
Do you remember Betsy Kindred； 1910？ She led the glee club and was president of dramatics。 I remember her perfectly； she always had lovely clothes。 Well； if you please； she lives only twelve miles from here。 I ran across her by chance yesterday morning as she was motoring through the village； or； rather； she just escaped running across me。
I never spoke to her in my life； but we greeted each other like the oldest friends。 It pays to have conspicuous hair； she recognized me instantly。 I hopped upon the running board of her car and said：
〃Betsy Kindred； 1910； you've got to come back to my orphan asylum and help me catalogue my orphans。〃
And it astonished her so that she came。 She's to be here four or five days a week as temporary secretary； and somehow I must manage to keep her permanently。 She's the most useful person I ever saw。 I am hoping that orphans will become such a habit with her that she won't be able to give them up。 I think she might stay if we pay her a big enough salary。 She likes to be independent of her family； as do all of us in these degenerate times。
In my growing zeal for cataloguing people； I should like to get our doctor tabulated。 If Jervis knows any gossip about him； write it to me； please； the worse； the better。 He called yesterday to lance a felon on Sammy Speir's thumb； then ascended to my electric…blue parlor to give instructions as to the dressing of thumbs。 The duties of a superintendent are manifold。
It was just teatime； so I casually asked him to stay； and he did！ Not for the pleasure of my society；no； indeed；but because Jane appeared at the moment with a plate of toasted muffins。 He hadn't had any luncheon； it seems； and dinner was a long way ahead。 Between muffins （he ate the whole plateful） he saw fit to interrogate me as to my preparedness for this position。 Had I studied biology in college？ How far had I gone in chemistry？ What did I know of sociology？ Had I visited that model institution at Hastings？
To all of which I responded affably and openly。 Then I permitted myself a question or two： just what sort of youthful training had been required to produce such a model of logic； accuracy； dignity； and common sense as I saw sitting before me？ Through persistent prodding I elicited a few forlorn facts； but all quite respectable。 You'd think； from his reticence； there'd been a hanging in the family。 The MacRae PERE was born in Scotland； and came to the States to occupy a chair at Johns Hopkins； son Robin was shipped back to Auld Reekie for his education。 His grandmother was a M'Lachlan of Strathlachan （I am sure she sounds respectable）； and his vacations were spent in the Hielands a…chasing the deer。
So much could I gather； so much； and no more。 Tell me； I beg； some gossip about my enemysomething scandalous by preference。
Why； if he is such an awfully efficient person does he bury himself in this remote locality？ You would think an up…and… coming scientific man would want a hospital at one elbow and a morgue at the other。 Are you sure that he didn't commit a crime and isn't hiding from the law？
I seem to have covered a lot of paper without telling you much。 VIVE LA BAGATELLE！ Yours as usual；
SALLIE。
P。S。 I am relieved on one point。 Dr。 MacRae does
