"Good afthernoon to ye, docther. An' how's yer health the day?"

"Verra weel, verra weel. And how gas it wi' a' the bairns?"

"Shure, they're all av thim doin' foin."

"I'm gey glad to hear it. This saft weather is hard on folk. There's

muckle sickness aboot the kintra."

"Hiven be praised it has not lighted here! But sit down, docther, an'

make yersilf at home. Will ye be afther havin' a cup o' tay?"

"Hoot, woman! I would na hae you fash yoursel', but a wee drap tea winna

coom amiss."

"Whist! It's no thruble at all."

You may not think this a very dizzying excursion into frivolity; but I

assure you, for one of Sandy's dignity, it's positively riotous. The man

has been in a heavenly temper ever since I came back; not a single cross

word. I am beginning to think I may reform him as well as Punch.

This letter must be about long enough even for you. I've been writing it

bit by bit for three days, whenever I happened to pass my desk.

Yours as ever,

SALLIE.

P.S. I don't think much of your vaunted prescription for hair tonic.

Either the druggist didn't mix it right, or Jane didn't apply it with

discretion. I stuck to the pillow this morning.

THE JOHN GRIER HOME,

Saturday.

Dear Gordon:

Your letter of Thursday is at hand, and extremely silly I consider it.

Of course I am not trying to let you down easy; that isn't my way. If I

let you down at all, it will be suddenly and with an awful bump. But

I honestly didn't realize that it had been three weeks since I wrote.

Please excuse!

Also, my dear sir, I have to bring you to account. You were in New York

last week, and you never ran up to see us. You thought we wouldn't find

it out, but we heard--and are insulted.

Would you like an outline of my day's activities? Wrote monthly report

for trustees' meeting. Audited accounts. Entertained agent of State

Charities Aid Association for luncheon. Supervised children's menus for

next ten days. Dictated five letters to families who have our children.

Visited our little feeble-minded Loretta Higgins (pardon the reference;

I know you don't like me to mention the feeble-minded), who is being

boarded out in a nice comfortable family, where she is learning to work.

Came back to tea and a conference with the doctor about sending a child

with tubercular glands to a sanatorium. Read an article on cottage

VERSUS congregate system for housing dependent children. (We do need

cottages! I wish you'd send us a few for a Christmas present.) And now

at nine o'clock I'm sleepily beginning a letter to you. Do you know many

young society girls who can point to such a useful day as that?




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