dear enemy-第8章
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so I can't place them out for adoption。 But those that are available would be far better off in loving foster…homes than in the best institution that I can ever make。 So I am fitting them for adoption as quickly as possible； and searching for the homes。
You ought to run across a lot of pleasant families in your travels； can't you bully some of them into adopting children？ Boys by preference。 We've got an awful lot of extra boys； and nobody wants them。 Talk about anti…feminism！ It's nothing to the anti…masculinism that exists in the breasts of adopting parents。 I could place out a thousand dimpled little girls with yellow hair； but a good live boy from nine to thirteen is a drug on the market。 There seems to be a general feeling that they track in dirt and scratch up mahogany furniture。
Shouldn't you think that men's clubs might like to adopt boys； as a sort of mascot？ The boy could be boarded in a nice respectable family； and drawn out by the different members on Saturday afternoons。 They could take him to ball games and the circus； and then return him when they had had enough； just as you do with a library book。 It would be very valuable training for the bachelors。 People are forever talking about the desirability of training girls for motherhood。 Why not institute a course of training in fatherhood； and get the best men's clubs to take it up？ Will you please have Jervis agitate the matter at his various clubs； and I'll have Gordon start the idea in Washington。 They both belong to such a lot of clubs that we ought to dispose of at least a dozen boys。
I remain；
The ever…distracted mother of 113。
S。 McB。
THE JOHN GRIER HOME；
March 18。 Dear Judy：
I have been having a pleasant respite from the 113 cares of motherhood。
Yesterday who should drop down upon our peaceful village but Mr。 Gordon Hallock； on his way back to Washington to resume the cares of the nation。 At least he said it was on his way； but I notice from the map in the primary room that it was one hundred miles out of his way。
And dear； but I was glad to see him！ He is the first glimpse of the outside world I have had since I was incarcerated in this asylum。 And such a lot of entertaining businesses he had to talk about！ He knows the inside of all the outside things you read in the newspapers； so far as I can make out； he is the social center about which Washington revolves。 I always knew he would get on in politics； for he has a way with him； there's no doubt about it。
You can't imagine how exhilarated and set…up I feel； as though I'd come into my own again after a period of social ostracism。 I must confess that I get lonely for some one who talks my kind of nonsensical talk。 Betsy trots off home every week end； and the doctor is conversational enough； but； oh； so horribly logical！ Gordon somehow seems to stand for the life I belong to；of country clubs and motors and dancing and sport and politeness；a poor； foolish； silly life； if you will； but mine own。 And I have missed it。 This serving society business is theoretically admirable and compelling and interesting； but deadly stupid in its working details。 I am afraid I was never born to set the crooked straight。
I tried to show Gordon about and make him take an interest in the babies； but he wouldn't glance at them。 He thinks I came just to spite him； which； of course； I did。 Your siren call would never have lured me from the path of frivolity had Gordon not been so unpleasantly hilarious at the idea of my being able to manage an orphan asylum。 I came here to show him that I could； and now； when I can show him； the beast refuses to look。
I invited him to dinner； with a warning about the pressed veal； but he said no； thanks； that I needed a change。 So we went to Brantwood Inn and had broiled lobster。 I had positively forgotten that the creatures were edible。
This morning at seven o'clock I was wakened by the furious ringing of the telephone bell。 It was Gordon at the station； about to resume his journey to Washington。 He was in quite a contrite mood about the asylum； and apologized largely for refusing to look at my children。 It was not that he didn't like orphans； he said； it was just that he didn't like them in juxtaposition to me。 And to prove his good intentions； he would send them a bag of peanuts。
I feel as fresh and revivified after my little fling as though I'd had a real vacation。 There's no doubt about it； an hour or so of exciting talk is more of a tonic to me than a pint of iron and strychnine pills。
You owe me two letters； dear Madam。 Pay them TOUT DE SUITE； or I lay down my pen forever。
Yours； as usual；
S。 McB。
Tuesday； 5 P。M。 My dear Enemy：
I am told that during my absence this afternoon you paid us a call and dug up a scandal。 You claim that the children under Miss Snaith are not receiving their due in the matter of cod… liver oil。
I am sorry if your medicinal orders have not been carried out； but you must know that it is a difficult matter to introduce that abominably smelling stuff into the inside of a squirming child。 And poor Miss Snaith is a very much overworked person。 She has ten more children to care for than should rightly fall into the lot of any single woman； and until we find her another assistant； she has very little time for the fancy touches you demand。
Also； my dear Enemy； she is very susceptible to abuse。 When you feel in a fighting mood； I wish you would expend your belligerence upon me。 I don't mind it； quite the contrary。 But that poor lady has retired to her room in a state of hysterics； leaving nine babies to be tucked into bed by whomever it may concern。
If you have any powders that would be settling to her nerves； please send them back by Sadie Kate。
Yours truly；
S。 McBRIDE。
Wednesday Morning。 Dear Dr。 MacRae：
I am not taking an unintelligent stand in the least； I am simply asking that you come to me with all complaints； and not stir up my staff in any such volcanic fashion as that of yesterday。
I endeavor to carry out all of your ordersof a medical naturewith scrupulous care。 In the present case there seems to have been some negligence； I don't know what did become of those fourteen unadministered bottles of cod…liver oil that you have made such a fuss about； but I shall investigate。
And I cannot； for various reasons； pack off Miss Snaith in the summary fashion you demand。 She may be； in certain respects； inefficient； but she is kind to the children； and with supervision will answer temporarily。
Yours truly；
S。 McBRIDE。
Thursday。 Dear Enemy：
SOYEZ TRANQUILLE。 I have issued orders； and in the future the children shall receive all of the cod…liver oil that by rights is theirs。 A wilfu' man maun hae his way。
S。 McB。
March 22。 Dear Judy：
Asylum life has looked up a trifle during the past few days since the great Cod…Liver Oil War has been raging。 The first skirmish occurred on Tuesday； and I unfortunately missed it； having accompanied four of my children on a shopping trip to the village。 I returned to find the asylum teeming with hysterics。 Our explosive doctor had paid us a visit。
Sandy has two passions in life： one is for cod…liver oil and the other for spinach； neither popular in our nursery。 Some time agobefore I came； in facthe had ordered cod…liver oil for all ｛aenemic｝ of the｛ ｝Heavens！ there's that word again！ ｛aneamic｝ children； and had given instructions as to its application to Miss Snaith。 Yesterday； in his suspicious Scotch fashion； he began nosing about to fi
