hool where
they have sensible rules about not letting the pupils come home for
weekends. The head-mistress was charmed with Dolores and Dolores has
"kissed up to God" her resolve to be good.

I'm honestly ashamed of my panic over first impressions. She's really
an angel.

JANE.

_Thursday._

She's really a demon.

J.

_New York City,
June 29th._

DEAREST SALLY,

It's weeks since I've written you, but I'm a broken woman, old before
my time. I may not look quite so forlorn as the geologist did, but I
feel it.

Did I write something about the rosy but dim and distant date when
Dolores would be "through school?" Well, it's come. She's through
school. And school, I might mention in passing, is through with
her,--five of them, from Miss Trenchard's Spartan smartness to the
gentle Spanish convent. She's a demon-baby. She's a cross between
Carmen and Mary Maclane.

Of course the wedding has had to be postponed. Michael Daragh is
angelic about it, and he hasn't been able to help me with Dolores as
much as he would like because he's been engulfed with a new
settlement house, and his dope fiend has been wobbling again, but our
calendar is finished and accepted now, and a really nice girl is
being really nice to him--liking him, trusting him, and M.D. is at
peace about him.

Dolores came definitely home from the convent to-day with a clever
note from the Mother Superior ... they feel that the child needs more
space ... freedom....

Good heavens, so do I! _Ay de mi_, that I ever saw Mexico! And yet,
the demon-baby loves me, and I love her, but I also love Michael
Daragh and would like exceedingly to marry him. My house is ready,
my clothes are finished, and so--nearly--am I.

But I cannot go off on a honeymoon unless I leave her in safety.
Sarah, now that your mother is so improved, wouldn't you like to
take a boarder? You could chain her to the baby-grand....

Distractedly,

THE VIRGIN MOTHER OF HER SOUL.

P.S. A friend, knowing of my plight, has just telephoned about a very
fine New Thought school which will be glad to receive my ward. Well,
they'll have some entirely new thoughts in that school which they've
never had before!

J.

_July Sixth._

SALLY DARLING,

I jibber with joy! The best and most beautif