le is: her head is
filled with a sort of soft cheesy substance instead of brain.

I came up here to make over this asylum in such little details as fresh
air and food and clothes and sunshine, but, heavens! you can see what
problems I am facing. I've got to make over society first, so that it
won't send me sub-normal children to work with. Excuse all this
excited conversation; but I've just met up with the subject of
feeble-mindedness, and it's appalling--and interesting. It is your
business as a legislator to make laws that will remove it from the
world. Please attend to this immediately, And oblige,

S. McBRIDE,

Sup't John Grier Home.

Friday.

Dear Man of Science:

You didn't come today. Please don't skip us tomorrow. I have finished
the Kallikak family and I am bursting with talk. Don't you think we
ought to have a psychologist examine these children?

We owe it to adopting parents not to saddle them with feeble-minded
offspring.

You know, I'm tempted to ask you to prescribe arsenic for Loretta's
cold. I've diagnosed her case; she's a Kallikak. Is it right to let her
grow up and found a line of 378 feeble-minded people for society to care
for? Oh dear! I do hate to poison the child, but what can I do?

S. McB.

Dear Gordon:

You aren't interested in feeble-minded people, and you are shocked
because I am? Well, I am equally shocked because you are not. If you
aren't interested in everything of the sort that there unfortunately is
in this world, how can you make wise laws?

You can't.

However, at your request, I will converse upon a less morbid subject.
I've just bought fifty yards of blue and rose and green and corn-colored
hair-ribbon as an Easter present for my fifty little daughters. I am
also thinking of sending you an Easter present. How would a nice fluffy
little kitten please you? I can offer any of the following patterns:--

Number 3 comes in any color, gray, black, or yellow. If you will let me
know which you would rather have, I will express it at once.

I would write a respectable letter, but it's teatime, and I see that a
guest approaches.

ADDIO!

SALLIE.

P.S. Don't you know some one who would like to adopt a desirable baby
boy with seventeen nice new teeth?

April 20. My dear Judy:

One a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns! We've had a Good Friday
present of ten dozen, given by Mrs. De Peyster Lambert, a high church,
stained-glass-window soul whom I met at a te