your school, it is all so different from ours. What do you think
father said, Chris Morrow! He put the sheets carefully back in the
envelope, and as he laid it on the table he exclaimed, "That boy is
a born letter-writer!" It ought to make you very proud, but I know
it won't. He never said that over a letter of mine! But I am not
jealous. I do wish you were here. I wish it every day. But I'm
glad you are so happy with your father, and that he has such a
splendid position. Now for my news!

I ought to be dusting my room this very minute! My desk is so
dusty--it blew in last evening, I guess, when the window was open,
the dust, I mean--and it stares me in the face and makes me feel
guilty. I can't do as Mrs. Albright does when her room is dusty
and she doesn't feel like dusting. I went to see her one day, and
she was sitting by the window, smiling as usual. She said, "Don't
look around, dear, for I presume the dust is thick on everything.
I was too tired to dust after my walk, so I took off my glasses and
have been having a really beautiful time in spite of the dust."

_Later._

There! I feel better. Everything is bright as new! Now I shan't
be in terror if the doorbell rings.

I wonder what I'd better take first. I wrote you all about Miss
Crilly and what a time Miss Nita had getting a doctor. Miss Crilly
is back at the Home now, perfectly well, and you can't see her ten
minutes before she will get in something about Miss Nita's saving
her life. She did, too! Father says that if she had waited till
morning it would have been too late. Poor Miss Sniffen! I'm glad
she didn't have any more to answer for! Mr. Randolph put a private
wire up to Miss Sterling's room, and she felt fixed all right. It
was funny! If he'd waited till the next week he wouldn't have
needed to do it, though it was very nice for her as long as she was
there. Well, a week after the telephone was in, Mabel ran up to
Miss Major's room before she was up, frightened half to death. She
said, "Oh, Miss Major!"--woke her out of a sound sleep--"Miss
Sniffen has gone! And Mrs. Nobbs has gone! And Bridget has gone!"
Bridget was the cook. "How do you know?" Miss Major asked.
"'Cause they ain't anywhere!" Mabel cried. "We've looked all over,
Nellie and me! In Miss Sniffen's room and Mrs. Nobbs's room and
Bridget's room! They ain't anywhere at all!" Of course, that
roused the house, and everybody was running round half-dressed