t, weakest, neediest babies I could
give her. She had just lost her husband, and wanted something HARD to
do. Isn't that really very touching?

Saturday afternoon.

Dear Judy and Jervis:

Brother Jimmie (we are very alliterative!), spurred on by sundry begging
letters from me, has at last sent us a present; but he picked it out
himself.

WE HAVE A MONKEY! His name is Java. The children no longer hear the
school bell ring. On the day the creature came, this entire institution
formed in line and filed past and shook his paw. Poor Sing's nose is out
of joint. I have to PAY to have him washed.

Sadie Kate is developing into my private secretary. I have her answer
the thank-you letters for the institution, and her literary style is
making a hit among our benefactors. She invariably calls out a second
gift. I had hitherto believed that the Kilcoyne family sprang from
the wild west of Ireland, but I begin to suspect that their source was
nearer Blarney Castle. You can see from the inclosed copy of the letter
she sent to Jimmie what a persuasive pen the young person has. I
trust that in this case at least, it will not bear the fruit that she
suggests.

Dear Mr. Jimie

We thank you very much for the lovly monkey you give. We name him java
because that's a warm iland across the ocian where he was born up in a
nest like a bird only big the doctor told us.

The first day he come every boy and girl shook his hand and said good
morning java his hand feels funny he holds so tite. I was afraid to
touch him but now I let him sit on my shoulder and put his arms around
my kneck if he wants to. He makes a funny noise that sounds like swering
and gets mad when his tale is puled.

We love him dearly and we love you two.

The next time you have to give a present, please send an elifant. Well I
guess Ill stop.

Yours truly,

SADIE KATE KILCOYNE.

Percy de Forest Witherspoon is still faithful to his little followers,
though I am so afraid he will get tired that I urge him to take frequent
vacations. He has not only been faithful himself, but has brought in
recruits. He has large social connections in the neighborhood, and last
Saturday evening he introduced two friends, nice men who sat around the
campfire and swapped hunting stories.

One of them was just back from around the world, and told hair-raising
anecdotes of the head hunters of Sarawak, a narrow pink country on the
top of Borneo. My little braves pant to gr