Dear Enemy

LATER.

It is going to require a fortune in stamps to get this letter to

Jamaica, but I do want you to know all the news, and we have never had

so many exhilarating things happen since 1876, when we were founded.

This fire has given us such a shock that we are going to be more alive

for years to come. I believe that every institution ought to be

burned to the ground every twenty-five years in order to get rid of

old-fashioned equipment and obsolete ideas. I am superlatively glad

now that we didn't spend Jervis's money last summer; it would have been

intensively tragic to have had that burn. I don't mind so much about

John Grier's, since he made it in a patent medicine which, I hear,

contained opium.

As to the remnant of us that the fire left behind, it is already boarded

up and covered with tar-paper, and we are living along quite comfortably

in our portion of a house. It affords sufficient room for the staff and

the children's dining room and kitchen, and more permanent plans can be

made later.

Do you perceive what has happened to us? The good Lord has heard my

prayer, and the John Grier Home is a cottage institution!

I am,

The busiest person north of the equator,

S. McBRIDE.

THE JOHN GRIER HOME,

January 16.

Dear Gordon:

Please, please behave yourself, and don't make things harder than they

are. It's absolutely out of the question for me to give up the asylum

this instant. You ought to realize that I can't abandon my chicks just

when they are so terribly in need of me. Neither am I ready to drop

this blasted philanthropy. (You can see how your language looks in my

handwriting!)

You have no cause to worry. I am not overworking. I am enjoying it;

never was so busy and happy in my life. The papers made the fire out

much more lurid than it really was. That picture of me leaping from

the roof with a baby under each arm was overdrawn. One or two of the

children have sore throats, and our poor doctor is in a plaster cast.

But we're all alive, thank Heaven! and are going to pull through without

permanent scars.

I can't write details now; I'm simply rushed to death. And don't

come--please! Later, when things have settled just a little, you and

I must have a talk about you and me, but I want time to think about it

first.

S.

January 21.

Dear Judy:

Helen Brooks is taking hold of those fourteen fractious girls in a most

masterly fashion. The job is quite the toughest I had to offer, and she

likes it. I think she is going to be a valuable addition to our staff.