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We owe it to adopting parents not to saddle them with feeble… minded offspring。
You know； I'm tempted to ask you to prescribe arsenic for Loretta's cold。 I've diagnosed her case； she's a Kallikak。 Is it right to let her grow up and found a line of 378 feeble…minded people for society to care for？ Oh dear！ I do hate to poison the child； but what can I do？
S。 McB。
Dear Gordon：
You aren't interested in feeble…minded people； and you are shocked because I am？ Well； I am equally shocked because you are not。 If you aren't interested in everything of the sort that there unfortunately is in this world； how can you make wise laws？
You can't。
However； at your request； I will converse upon a less morbid subject。 I've just bought fifty yards of blue and rose and green and corn…colored hair…ribbon as an Easter present for my fifty little daughters。 I am also thinking of sending you an Easter present。 How would a nice fluffy little kitten please you？ I can offer any of the following patterns：
Number 3 comes in any color； gray； black； or yellow。 If you will let me know which you would rather have； I will express it at once。
I would write a respectable letter； but it's teatime； and I see that a guest approaches。
ADDIO！
SALLIE。
P。S。 Don't you know some one who would like to adopt a desirable baby boy with seventeen nice new teeth？
April 20。 My dear Judy：
One a penny； two a penny； hot cross buns！ We've had a Good Friday present of ten dozen； given by Mrs。 De Peyster Lambert； a high church； stained…glass…window soul whom I met at a tea a few days ago。 （Who says now that teas are a silly waste of time？） She asked me about my 〃precious little waifs；〃 and said I was doing a noble work and would be rewarded。 I saw buns in her eye； and sat down and talked to her for half an hour。
Now I shall go and thank her in person； and tell her with a great deal of affecting detail how much those buns were appreciated by my precious little waifsomitting the account of how precious little Punch threw his bun at Miss Snaith and plastered her neatly in the eye。 I think； with encouragement； Mrs。 De Peyster Lambert can be developed into a cheerful giver。
Oh； I'm growing into the most shocking beggar！ My family don't dare to visit me； because I demand BAKSHISH in such a brazen manner。 I threatened to remove father from my calling list unless he shipped immediately sixty…five pairs of overalls for my prospective gardeners。 A notice from the freight office this morning asks me to remove two packing cases consigned to them by the J。 L。 McBride Co。 of Worcester； so I take it that father desires to continue my acquaintance。 Jimmie hasn't sent us anything yet； and he's getting a huge salary。 I write him frequently a pathetic list of our needs。
But Gordon Hallock has learned the way to a mother's heart。 I was so pleasant about the peanuts and menagerie that now he sends a present of some sort every few days； and I spend my entire time composing thank…you letters that aren't exact copies of the ones I've sent before。 Last week we received a dozen big scarlet balls。 The nursery is FULL of them； you kick them before you as you walk。 And yesterday there arrived a half…bushel of frogs and ducks and fishes to float in the bathtubs。
Send； O best of trustees； the tubs in which to float them！
I am； as usual；
S。 McBRIDE。
Tuesday。 My dear Judy：
Spring must be lurking about somewhere； the birds are arriving from the South。 Isn't it time you followed their example？
Society note from the BIRD O' PASSAGE NEWS：
〃Mr。 and Mrs。 First Robin have returned from a trip to Florida。 It is hoped that Mr。 and Mrs。 Jervis Pendleton will arrive shortly。〃
Even up here in our dilatory Dutchess County the breeze smells green。 It makes you want to be out and away； roaming the hills； or else down on your knees grubbing in the dirt。 Isn't it funny what farmering instincts the budding spring awakens in even the most urban souls？
I have spent the morning making plans for little private gardens for every child over nine。 The big potato field is doomed。 That is the only feasible spot for sixty…two private gardens。 It is near enough to be watched from the north windows； and yet far enough away； so that their messing will not injure our highly prized landscape lawn。 Also the earth is rich； and they have some chance of success。 I don't want the poor little chicks to scratch all summer； and then not turn up any treasure in the end。 In order to furnish an incentive； I shall announce that the institution will buy their produce and pay in real money； though I foresee we shall be buried under a mountain of radishes。
I do so want to develop self…reliance and initiative in these children； two sturdy qualities in which they are conspicuously lacking （with the exception of Sadie Kate and a few other bad ones）。 Children who have spirit enough to be bad I consider very hopeful。 It's those who are good just from inertia that are discouraging。
The last few days have been spent mainly in charming the devil out of Punch； an interesting task if I could devote my whole time to it。 But with one hundred and seven other little devils to charm away； my attention is sorely deflected。
The awful thing about this life is that whatever I am doing； the other things that I am not doing； but ought to be； keep tugging at my skirts。 There is no doubt but Punch's personal devil needs the whole attention of a whole person；preferably two persons；so that they could spell each other and get some rest。
Sadie Kate has just flown in from the nursery with news of a scarlet goldfish （Gordon's gift） swallowed by one of our babies。 Mercy！ the number of calamities that can occur in an orphan asylum！
9 P。M。
My children are in bed； and I've just had a thought。 Wouldn't it be heavenly if the hibernating system prevailed among the human young？ There would be some pleasure in running an asylum if one could just tuck the little darlings into bed the first of October and keep them there until the twenty…second of April。
I'm yours； as ever；
SALLIE。
April 24。 Dear Jervis Pendleton； Esq。：
This is to supplement a night telegram which I sent you ten minutes ago。 Fifty words not being enough to convey any idea of my emotions； I herewith add a thousand。
As you will know by the time you receive this； I have discharged the farmer； and he has refused to be discharged。 Being twice the size of me； I can't lug him to the gate and chuck him out。 He wants a notification from the president of the board of trustees written in vigorous language on official paper in typewriting。 So； dear president of the board of trustees； kindly supply all of this at your earliest convenience。
Here follows the history of the case：
The winter season still being with us when I arrived and farming activities at a low ebb； I have heretofore paid little attention to Robert Sterry except to note on two occasions that his pigpens needed cleaning； but today I sent for him to come and consult with me in regard to spring planting。
Sterry came； as requested； and seated himself at ease in my office with his hat upon his head。 I suggested as tactfully as might be that he remove it； an entirely necessary request； as little orphan boys were in and out on errands； and 〃hats off in the house〃 is our first rule in masculine deportment。
Sterry complied with my request； and stiffened himself to be against whatever I might desire。
I proceeded to the subject in hand； namely； that the diet of the John Grier Home in the year to come is to consist less exclusively of potatoes。 At which our farmer grunted in the manner of the Hon。 Cyrus Wykoff； only it was a less ethereal and gentlemanly grunt than a trustee permits himself。 I enumerated corn and beans and onions and peas and tomatoes and beets and carrots and turnips as desirable substitutes。
Sterry observed that if potatoes and cabbages was good enough for him； he guessed they was good enough for charity children。
I proceeded imperturbably to say that the two…acre potato field was to be plowed and fertilized； and laid out into sixty individual gardens； the boys assisting in the work。
At that Sterry exploded。 The two…acre field was the most fertile and valuable piece of earth on the whole place。 He guessed if I was to break that up into play gardens for the children to mess about in； I'd be hearing about it pretty danged quick from the board of trustees。 That field was fitted for potatoes； it had always raised potatoes； and it was going to continue to raise them just as long as he had anything to say about it。
〃You have nothing whatever to say about it；〃 I amiably replied。 〃I have decided that the two…acre field is the best plot to use for the children's gardens； and you and the potatoes will have to give way。〃
Whereupon he rose in a storm of bucolic wrath； and said he'd be gol darned if he'd have a lot of these danged city brats interfering with his work。
I explainedvery calmly for a red…haired person with Irish forebearsthat this place was run for the exclusive benefit of these children； that the children were not here to be exploited for the benefit of the place； a philosophy which he did not grasp； though my fancy city language had a slightly dampening effect。 I added that what I required in a farmer was the ability and patience to instruct the boys in gardening and simple outdoor work； that I wished a man of large sympathies whose example would be an inspiring influence to these children of the city streets。
Sterry； pacing about like a caged woodchuck； launched into a tirade about silly Sunday…school notions； and； by a transition which I did not grasp； passed to a review of the general subject of woman's suffrage。 I gathered that he is not in favor of the movement。 I let him argue himself quiet； then I handed him a check for his wages； and told him to vacate the tenant house by twelve o'clock next Wednesday。
Sterry says he'll be danged if he will。 （Excuse so many DANGEDS。 It is the creature's only adjective。） He was engaged to work for this institution by the president of the board of trustees； and he will not move from that house until the president of the board of trustees tells him to go。 I don't think poor Sterry realizes that since his arrival a new president has come to the throne。
ALORS you have the story。 I make no threats； but Sterry or McBridetake your choice； dear sir。
I am also about to write to the head of the Massachusetts Agricultural College； at Amherst； asking him to recommend a good； practical man with a nice； efficient； cheerful wife； who will take the entire care of our modest domain of seventeen acres； and who will be a man with the right personality to place over our boys。
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