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carpenter from his sleep。 He and some lumber are ordered for eight in the morning。
I finally got rid of them at ten…thirty； still talking uprights and joists and drainage and roof slants。
The excitement of Jimmie and coffee and all these building operations induced me to sit down immediately and write a letter to you； but I think； by your leave； I'll postpone further details to another time。 Yours ever；
SALLIE。
Saturday。 Dear Enemy：
Will you be after dining with us at seven tonight？ It's a real dinner party； we're going to have ice…cream。
My brother has discovered a promising young man to take charge of the boys；maybe you know him；Mr。 Witherspoon； at the bank。 I wish to introduce him to asylum circles by easy steps； so PLEASE don't mention insanity or epilepsy or alcoholism or any of your other favorite topics。
He is a gay young society leader； used to very fancy things to eat。 Do you suppose we can ever make him happy at the John Grier Home？ Yours in evident haste；
SALLIE McBRIDE。
Sunday。
Dear Judy：
Jimmie was back at eight Friday morning； and the doctor at a quarter past。 They and the carpenter and our new farmer and Noah and our two horses and our eight biggest boys have been working ever since。 Never were building operations set going in faster time。 I wish I had a dozen Jimmies on the place； though I will say that my brother works faster if you catch him before the first edge of his enthusiasm wears away。 He would not be much good at chiseling out a medieval cathedral。
He came back Saturday morning aglow with a new idea。 He had met at the hotel the night before a friend who belongs to his hunting club in Canada； and who is cashier of our First （and only） National Bank。
〃He's a bully good sport；〃 said Jimmie； 〃and exactly the man you want to camp out with those kids and lick 'em into shape。 He'll be willing to come for his board and forty dollars a month； because he's engaged to a girl in Detroit and wants to save。 I told him the food was rotten； but if he kicked enough； you'd probably get a new cook。〃
〃What's his name？〃 said I； with guarded interest。
〃He's got a peach of a name。 It's Percy de Forest Witherspoon。〃
I nearly had hysterics。 Imagine a Percy de Forest Witherspoon in charge of those twenty…four wild little savages！
But you know Jimmie when he has an idea。 He had already invited Mr。 Witherspoon to dine with me on Saturday evening； and had ordered oysters and squabs and ice…cream from the village caterer to help out my veal。 It ended by my giving a very formal dinner party； with Miss Matthews and Betsy and the doctor included。
I almost asked the Hon。 Cy and Miss Snaith。 Ever since I have known those two； I have felt that there ought to be a romance between them。 Never have I known two people who matched so perfectly。 He's a widower with five children。 Don't you suppose it might be arranged？ If he had a wife to take up his attention； it might deflect him a little from us。 I'd be getting rid of them both at one stroke。 It's to be considered among our future improvements。
Anyway； we had our dinner。 And during the course of the evening my anxiety grew； not as to whether Percy would do for us； but as to whether we should do for Percy。 If I searched the world over； I never could find a young man more calculated to win the affection of those boys。 You know； just by looking at him； that he does everything well； at least everything vigorous。 His literary and artistic accomplishments I suspect a bit； but he rides and shoots and plays golf and football and sails a boat。 He likes to sleep out of doors and he likes boys。 He has always wanted to know some orphans； often read about 'em in books； he says； but never met any face to face。 Percy does seem too good to be true。
Before they left； Jimmie and the doctor hunted up a lantern； and in their evening clothes conducted Mr。 Witherspoon across a plowed field to inspect his future dwelling。
And such a Sunday as we passed！ I had absolutely to forbid their carpentering。 Those men would have put in a full day； quite irrespective of the damage done to one hundred and four little moral natures。 As it is； they have just stood and looked at those shacks and handled their hammers； and thought about where they would drive the first nail tomorrow morning。 The more I study men； the more I realize that they are nothing in the world but boys grown too big to be spankable。
I am awfully worried as to how to feed Mr。 Witherspoon。 He looks as though he had a frightfully healthy appetite； and he looks as though he couldn't swallow his dinner unless he had on evening clothes。 I've made Betsy send home for a trunkful of evening gowns in order to keep up our social standing。 One thing is fortunate： he takes his luncheon at the hotel； and I hear their luncheons are very filling。
Tell Jervis I am sorry he is not with us to drive a nail for the camp。 Here comes the Hon。 Cy up the path。 Heaven save us！
Ever your unfortunate；
S。 McB。
THE JOHN GRIER HOME；
May 8。 Dear Judy：
Our camp is finished； our energetic brother has gone； and our twenty…four boys have passed two healthful nights in the open。 The three bark…covered shacks add a pleasant rustic touch to the grounds。 They are like those we used to have in the Adirondacks； closed on three sides and open in the front； and one larger than the rest to allow a private pavilion for Mr。 Percy Witherspoon。 An adjacent hut； less exposed to the weather； affords extremely adequate bathing facilities； consisting of a faucet in the wall and three watering…cans。 Each camp has a bath master who stands on a stool and sprinkles each little shiverer as he trots under。 Since our trustees WON'T give us enough bathtubs； we have to use our wits。
The three camps have organized into three tribes of Indians； each with a chief of its own to answer for its conduct； Mr。 Witherspoon high chief of all； and Dr。 MacRae the medicine man。 They dedicated their lodges Tuesday evening with appropriate tribal ceremonies。 And though they politely invited me to attend； I decided that it was a purely masculine affair； so I declined to go； but sent refreshments； a very popular move。 Betsy and I walked as far as the baseball field in the course of the evening； and caught a glimpse of the orgies。 The braves were squatting in a circle about a big fire； each decorated with a blanket from his bed and a rakish band of feathers。 （Our chickens seem very scant as to tail； but I have asked no unpleasant questions。） The doctor； with a Navajo blanket about his shoulders； was executing a war dance； while Jimmie and Mr。 Witherspoon beat on war drumstwo of our copper kettles； now permanently dented。 Fancy Sandy！ It's the first youthful glimmer