Dear Enemy

You can understand that my thoughts are anxiously occupied in filling

every crevice of Sadie Kate's existence.

There are a million subjects that I ought to consult with the president

about. I think it was very unkind of you and him to saddle me with your

orphan asylum and run off South to play. It would serve you right if I

did everything wrong. While you are traveling about in private cars, and

strolling in the moonlight on palm beaches, please think of me in the

drizzle of a New York March, taking care of 113 babies that by rights

are yours--and be grateful.

I remain (for a limited time),

S. McBRIDE.

SUP'T JOHN GRIER HOME.

Dear Enemy:

I am sending herewith (under separate cover) Sammy Speir, who got

mislaid when you paid your morning visit. Miss Snaith brought him to

light after you had gone. Please scrutinize his thumb. I never saw a

felon, but I have diagnosed it as such. Yours truly, S. McBRIDE.

SUP'T JOHN GRIER HOME,

March 6.

Dear Judy:

I don't know yet whether the children are going to love me or not, but

they DO love my dog. No creature so popular as Singapore ever entered

these gates. Every afternoon three boys who have been perfect in

deportment are allowed to brush and comb him, while three other good

boys may serve him with food and drink. But every Saturday morning the

climax of the week is reached, when three superlatively good boys give

him a nice lathery bath with hot water and flea soap. The privilege of

serving as Singapore's valet is going to be the only incentive I shall

need for maintaining discipline.

But isn't it pathetically unnatural for these youngsters to be living

in the country and never owning a pet? Especially when they, of all

children, do so need something to love. I am going to manage pets for

them somehow, if I have to spend our new endowment for a menagerie.

Couldn't you bring back some baby alligators and a pelican? Anything

alive will be gratefully received.

This should by rights be my first "Trustees' Day." I am deeply grateful

to Jervis for arranging a simple business meeting in New York, as we

are not yet on dress parade up here; but we are hoping by the first

Wednesday in April to have something visible to show. If all of the

doctor's ideas, and a few of my own, get themselves materialized, our

trustees will open their eyes a bit when we show them about.

I have just made out a chart for next week's meals, and posted it in the

kitchen in the sight of an aggrieved cook. Variety is a word hitherto

not found in the lexicon of the J.G.H. You would never dream all of

the delightful surprises we are going to have: brown bread, corn pone,

graham muffins, samp, rice pudding with LOTS of raisins, thick vegetable

soup, macaroni Italian fashion, polenta cakes with molasses, apple

dumplings, gingerbread--oh, an endless list! After our biggest girls

have assisted in the manufacture of such appetizing dainties, they will

almost be capable of keeping future husbands in love with them.