hen I am dead tired I dine alone； but in my live intervals I invite an officer to share the meal； and in the expansive intimacy of the dinnertable I get in my most effective strokes。 When it becomes desirable to plant the seeds of fresh air in the soul of Miss Snaith； I invite her to dinner； and tactfully sandwich in a little oxygen between her slices of pressed veal。
Pressed veal is our cook's idea of an acceptable PIECE DE RESISTANCE for a dinner party。 In another month I am going to face the subject of suitable nourishment for the executive staff。
Meanwhile there are so many things more important than our own comfort that we shall have to worry along on veal。
A terrible bumping has just occurred outside my door。 One little cherub seems to be kicking another little cherub downstairs。 But I write on undisturbed。 If I am to spend my days among orphans； I must cultivate a cheerful detachment。
Did you get Leonora Fenton's cards？ She's marrying a medical missionary and going to Siam to live！ Did you ever hear of anything so absurd as Leonora presiding over a missionary's menage？ Do you suppose she will entertain the heathen with skirt dances？
It isn't any absurder； though； than me in an orphan asylum； or you as a conservative settled matron； or Marty Keene a social butterfly in Paris。 Do you suppose she goes to embassy balls in riding clothes； and what on earth does she do about hair？ It couldn't have grown so soon； she must wear a wig。 Isn't our class turning out some hilarious surprises？
The mail arrives。 Excuse me while I read a nice fat letter from Washington。
Not so nice； quite impertinent。 Gordon can't get over the idea that it is a joke； S。 McB。 in conjunction with one hundred and thirteen orphans。 But he wouldn't think it such a joke if he could try it for a few days。 He says he is going to drop off here on his next trip North and watch the struggle。 How would it be if I left him in charge while I dashed to New York to accomplish some shopping？ Our sheets are all worn out； and we haven't more than two hundred and eleven blankets in the house。
Singapore； sole puppy of my heart and home； sends his respectful love。 I also； S。 McB。
THE JOHN GRIER HOME；
Friday。 My dearest Judy：
You should see what your hundred dollars and Betsy Kindred did to that dining room！
It's a dazzling dream of yellow paint。 Being a north room； she thought to brighten it； and she has。 The walls are kalsomined buff； with a frieze of little molly cottontails skurrying around the top。 All of the woodworktables and benches includedis a cheerful chrome yellow。 Instead of tablecloths； which we can't afford； we have linen runners； with stenciled rabbits hopping along their length。 Also yellow bowls； filled at present with pussywillows； but looking forward to dandelions and cowslips and buttercups。 And new dishes； my dearwhite； with yellow jonquils （we think）； though they may be roses； there is no botany expert in the house。 Most wonderful touch of all； we have NAPKINS； the first we have seen in our whole lives。 The children thought they were handkerchiefs and ecstatically wiped their noses。
To honor the opening of the new room； we had ice…cream and cake for dessert。 It is such a pleasure to see these children anything but cowed and apathetic； that I am offering prizes for boisterousnessto every one but Sadie Kate。 She drummed on the table with her knife and fork and sang； 〃Welcome to dem golden halls。〃
You remember that illuminated text over the dining…room door〃The Lord Will Provide。〃 We've painted it out； and covered the spot with rabbits。 It's all very well to teach so easy a belief to normal children； who have a proper family and roof behind them； but a person whose only refuge in distress will be a park bench must learn a more militant creed than that。
〃The Lord has given you two hands and a brain and a big world to use them in。 Use them well； and you will be provided for； use them ill； and you will want；〃 is our motto； and that with reservations。
In the sorting process that has been going on I have got rid of eleven children。 That blessed State Charities Aid Association helped me dispose of three little girls； all placed in very nice homes； and one to be adopted legally if the family likes her。 And the family will like her； I saw to that。 She was the prize child of the institution； obedient and polite； with curly hair and affectionate ways； exactly the little girl that every family needs。 When a couple of adopting parents are choosing a daughter； I stand by with my heart in my mouth； feeling as though I were assisting in the inscrutable designs of Fate。 Such a little thing turns the balance！ The child smiles； and a loving home is hers for life； she sneezes； and it passes her by forever。
Three of our biggest boys have gone to work on farms； one of them out West to a RANCH！ Report has it that he is to become a cowboy and Indian fighter and grizzly…bear hunter； though I believe in reality he is to engage in the pastoral work of harvesting wheat。 He marched off； a hero of romance； followed by the wistful eyes of twenty…five adventurous lads； who turned back with a sigh to the safely monotonous life of the J。 G。 H。
Five other children have been sent to their proper institutions。 One of them is deaf； one an epileptic； and the other three approaching idiocy。 None of them ought ever to have been accepted here。 This as an educational institution； and we can't waste our valuable plant in caring for defectives。
Orphan asylums have gone out of style。 What I am going to develop is a boarding school for the physical； moral； and mental growth of children whose parents have not been able to provide for their care。
〃Orphans〃 is merely my generic term for the children； a good many of them are not orphans in the least。 They have one troublesome and tenacious parent left who won't sign a surrender； 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 statio