, and
they hunted everywhere, and they couldn't find a trace of the
three. Their trunks had disappeared and every vestige of their
belongings! The servants didn't know what to do, and they stood
around helpless, till Miss Major and Mrs. Albright went into the
kitchen and began to get breakfast. Miss Nita telephoned to Mr.
Randolph, and he came up and appointed Miss Major to have charge of
things till they could get new officers. In the middle of the
forenoon who should appear but Mrs. Dick!--Mrs. Tenney, I should
say. Her husband had died a month or so before, and she had tried
to get back into the Home, but Miss Sniffen wouldn't have her, and
she hadn't dared to apply to anybody else. As soon as she came in
and found out they'd gone, she took off her things and went right
into the kitchen to help. She started to make some bread; but the
flour was sour and wormy, and she wouldn't use it. So Mr. Randolph
sent up some new, and told her to order anything she needed. You
can imagine they had a good dinner! It was a first-class meal,
they all said, the best they had had in years. Miss Nita called me
up early, and I ran over before school. They were having a regular
jubilation,--as happy as a flock of kids!

Now they've got a superintendent that is worthwhile! She is just
lovely! The matron is nice, too, so motherly. And what do you
think! They have a trained nurse--all the time--and they are going
to fix up an infirmary on the top floor, so those that are sick can
be quiet without the well ones having to be whist. Dr. Temple has
been appointed House Physician--oh, I tell you, things are mightily
changed at the Home!

I think I wrote you about Miss Twining and her "resurrection."
That night when Dr. Temple contradicted so emphatically what Dr.
Gunnip had told her she says she felt as if she had been dead and
buried all those dreadful weeks and had come back to life. Miss
Crilly insists that if it hadn't been for Miss Twining's
"martyrdom" we never should have had "spunk" enough to go to Mr.
Randolph with our awful story. I guess she is right. That stirred
us up to do something. Miss Twining is pretty well now. She
writes nearly every day, and as she can sell as much as she likes
she earns a good deal. She told me once how she had always longed
to hear one of her poems read in church. Well, last Sunday Mr.
Parcell finished up his sermon with her "Peter the Great." It is
beautiful--I'll copy it for