n top, I am pretty solid inside; and you've got
to forgive the silly part. The Pendletons knew that long ago, or they
wouldn't have sent me up here. I have tried hard to pull off an honest
job, partly because I wanted to justify their judgment, partly because
I was really interested in giving the poor little kiddies their share of
happiness, but mostly, I actually believe, because I wanted to show
you that your first derogatory opinion of me was ill founded. Won't you
please expunge that unfortunate fifteen minutes at the porte-cochere
last June, and remember instead the fifteen hours I spent reading the
Kallikak Family?

I would like to feel that we're friends again.

SALLIE McBRIDE.

THE JOHN GRIER HOME,

Sunday.

Dear Dr. MacRae:

I am in receipt of your calling card with an eleven-word answer to my
letter on the back. I didn't mean to annoy you by my attentions. What
you think and how you behave are really matters of extreme indifference
to me. Be just as impolite as you choose.

S. McB.

December 14.

Dear Judy:

PLEASE pepper your letters with stamps, inside and out. I have thirty
collectors in the family. Since you have taken to travel, every day
about post time an eager group gathers at the gate, waiting to snatch
any letters of foreign design, and by the time the letters reach me
they are almost in shreds through the tenacity of rival snatchers. Tell
Jervis to send us some more of those purple pine trees from Honduras;
likewise some green parrots from Guatemala. I could use a pint of them!

Isn't it wonderful to have got these apathetic little things so
enthusiastic? My children are getting to be almost like real children.
B dormitory started a pillow fight last night of its own accord; and
though it was very wearing to our scant supply of linen, I stood by and
beamed, and even tossed a pillow myself.

Last Saturday those two desirable friends of Percy's spent the whole
afternoon playing with my boys. They brought up three rifles, and each
man took the lead of a camp of Indians, and passed the afternoon in a
bottle shooting contest, with a prize for the winning camp. They brought
the prize with them--an atrocious head of an Indian painted on leather.
Dreadful taste; but the men thought it lovely, so I admired it with all
the ardor I could assume.

When they had finished, I warmed them up with cookies and hot chocolate,
and I really think the men enjoyed it as much as the boys; they
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