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You never heard of our little Tammas Kehoe； did you？ I simply haven't featured Tammas because he requires so much ink and time and vocabulary。 He's a spirited lad； and he follows his dad； a mighty hunter of oldthat sounds like more Bab Ballads； but it isn't； I made it up as I went along。
We can't break Tammas of his inherited predatory instincts。 He shoots the chickens with bows and arrows and lassoes the pigs and plays bull…fight with the cowsand oh； is very destructive！ But his crowning villainy occurred an hour before the trustees' meeting； when we wanted to be so clean and sweet and engaging。
It seems that he had stolen the rat trap from the oat bin； and had set it up in the wood lot； and yesterday morning was so fortunate as to catch a fine big skunk。
Singapore was the first to report the discovery。 He returned to the house and rolled on the rugs in a frenzy of remorse over his part of the business。 While our attention was occupied with Sing； Tammas was busily skinning his prey in the seclusion of the woodshed。 He buttoned the pelt inside his jacket； conveyed it by a devious route through the length of this building； and concealed it under his bed where he thought it wouldn't be found。
Then he wentper scheduleto the basement to help freeze the ice…cream for our guests。 You notice that we omitted ice…cream from the menu。
In the short time that remained we created all the counter… irritation that was possible。 Noah （negro furnace man） started smudge fires at intervals about the grounds。 Cook waved a shovelful of burning coffee through the house。 Betsy sprinkled the corridors with ammonia。 Miss Snaith daintily treated the rugs with violet water。 I sent an emergency call to the doctor who came and mixed a gigantic solution of chlorid of lime。 But still； above and beneath and through every other odor； the unlaid ghost of Tammas's victim cried for vengeance。
The first business that came up at the meeting； was whether we should dig a hole and bury； not only Tammas； but the whole main building。 You can see with what finesse I carried off the shocking event； when I tell you that the Hon。 Cy went home chuckling over a funny story； instead of grumbling at the new superintendent's inability to manage boys。
We've our ain bit weird to dree！
As ever；
S。 McBRIDE。
THE JOHN GRIER HOME；
Friday； likewise Saturday。 Dear Judy：
Singapore is still living in the carriage house； and receiving a daily carbolic…scented bath from Tammas Kehoe。 I am hoping that some day； in the distant future； my darling will be fit to return。
You will be pleased to hear that I have instituted a new method of spending your money。 We are henceforth to buy a part of our shoes and drygoods and drug store comestibles from local shops； at not quite such low prices as the wholesale jobbers give； but still at a discount； and the education that is being thrown in is worth the difference。 The reason is this： I have made the discovery that half of my children know nothing of money or its purchasing power。 They think that shoes and corn meal and red…flannel petticoats and mutton stew and gingham shirts just float down from the blue sky。
Last week I dropped a new green dollar bill out of my purse； and an eight…year…old urchin picked it up and asked if he could keep that picture of a bird。 （American eagle in the center。） That child had never seen a bill in his life！ I began an investigation； and discovered that dozens of children in this asylum have never bought anything or have ever seen anybody buy anything。 And we are planning to turn them out at sixteen into a world governed entirely by the purchasing power of dollars and cents！ Good heavens！ just think of it！ They are not to lead sheltered lives with somebody eternally looking after them； they have got to know how to get the very most they can out of every penny they can manage to earn。
I pondered the question all one night； at intervals； and went to the village at nine o'clock the next morning。 I held conferences with seven storekeepers； found four open…minded and helpful； two doubtful； and one actively stupid。 I have started with the fourdrygoods； groceries； shoes； and stationery。 In return for somewhat large orders from us； they are to turn themselves and their clerks into teachers for my children； who are to go to the stores； inspect the stocks； and do their own purchasing with real money。
For example； Jane needs a spool of blue sewing…silk and a yard of elastic； so two little girls； intrusted with a silver quarter； trot hand in hand to Mr。 Meeker's。 They match the silk with anxious care； and watch the clerk jealously while he measures the elastic； to make sure that he doesn't stretch it。 Then they bring back six cents change； receive my thanks and praise； and retire to the ranks tingling with a sense of achievement。
Isn't it pathetic？ Ordinary children of ten or twelve automatically know so many things that our little incubator chicks have never dreamed of。 But I have a variety of plans on foot。 Just give me time； and you will see。 One of these days I'll be turning out some nearly normal youngsters。
LATER。
I've an empty evening ahead； so I'll settle to some further gossip with you。
You remember the peanuts that Gordon Hallock sent？ Well； I was so gracious when I thanked him that it incited him to fresh effort。 He apparently went into a toy shop； and placed himself unreservedly in the hands of an enterprising clerk。 Yesterday two husky expressmen deposited in our front hall a crate full of expensive furry animals built to be consumed by the children of the rich。 They are not exactly what I should have purchased had I been the one to disburse such a fortune； but my babies find them very huggable。 The chicks are now taking to bed with them lions and elephants and bears and giraffes。 I don't know what the psychological effect will be。 Do you suppose when they grow up they will all join the circus？
Oh； dear me； here is Miss Snaith； coming to pay a social call。
Good…by。
S。
P。S。 The prodigal has returned。 He sends his respectful regards； and three wags of the tail。
THE JOHN GRIER HOME；
April 7。 My dear Judy：
I have just been reading a pamphlet on manual training for girls； and another on the proper diet for institutionsright proportions of proteins； fats； starches； etc。 In these days of scientific charity； when every problem has been tabulated； you can run an institution by chart。 I don't see how Mrs。 Lippett could have made all the mistakes she did； assuming； of course；that she knew how to read。 But there is one quite important branch of institutional work that has not been touched upon； and I myself am gathering data。 Some day I shall issue a pamphlet on the 〃Management and Control of Trustees。〃
I must tell you the joke about my enemynot the Hon。 Cy； but my first； my original enemy。 He has under