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Dear Enemy

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Thursday.

I started this letter three days ago, was interrupted to talk to a

potential philanthropist (fifty tickets to the circus), and have not had

time to pick up my pen since. Betsy has been in Philadelphia for three

days, being a bridesmaid for a miserable cousin. I hope that no more of

her family are thinking of getting married, for it's most upsetting to

the J. G. H.

While there, she investigated a family who had applied for a child. Of

course we haven't a proper investigating plant, but once in a while,

when a family drops right into our arms, we do like to put the business

through. As a usual thing, we work with the State Charities' Aid

Association. They have a lot of trained agents traveling about the

State, keeping in touch with families who are willing to take children,

and with asylums that have them to give. Since they are willing to

work for us, there is no slightest use in our going to the expense

of peddling our own babies. And I do want to place out as many as are

available, for I firmly believe that a private home is the best thing

for the child, provided, of course, that we are very fussy about the

character of the homes we choose. I don't require rich foster parents,

but I do require kind, loving, intelligent parents. This time I think

Betsy has landed a gem of a family. The child is not yet delivered or

the papers signed, and of course there is always danger that they may

give a sudden flop, and splash back into the water.

Ask Jervis if he ever heard of J. F. Bretland of Philadelphia. He seems

to move in financial circles. The first I ever heard of him was a

letter addressed to the "Supt. John Grier Home, Dear Sir,"--a curt,

typewritten, businesslike letter, from an AWFULLY businesslike lawyer,

saying that his wife had determined to adopt a baby girl of attractive

appearance and good health between the ages of two and three years. The

child must be an orphan of American stock, with unimpeachable heredity,

and no relatives to interfere. Could I furnish one as required and

oblige, yours truly, J. F. Bretland?

By way of reference he mentioned "Bradstreets." Did you ever hear of

anything so funny? You would think he was opening a charge account at a

nursery, and inclosing an order from our seed catalogue.

We began our usual investigation by mailing a reference blank to a

clergyman in Germantown, where the J. F. B.'s reside.

Does he own any property?

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