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hat we didn't spend Jervis's money last summer； it would have been intensively tragic to have had that burn。 I don't mind so much about John Grier's； since he made it in a patent medicine which； I hear； contained opium。
As to the remnant of us that the fire left behind； it is already boarded up and covered with tar…paper； and we are living along quite comfortably in our portion of a house。 It affords sufficient room for the staff and the children's dining room and kitchen； and more permanent plans can be made later。
Do you perceive what has happened to us？ The good Lord has heard my prayer； and the John Grier Home is a cottage institution！
I am；
The busiest person north of the equator；
S。 McBRIDE。
THE JOHN GRIER HOME；
January 16。 Dear Gordon：
Please； please behave yourself； and don't make things harder than they are。 It's absolutely out of the question for me to give up the asylum this instant。 You ought to realize that I can't abandon my chicks just when they are so terribly in need of me。 Neither am I ready to drop this blasted philanthropy。 （You can see how your language looks in my handwriting！）
You have no cause to worry。 I am not overworking。 I am enjoying it； never was so busy and happy in my life。 The papers made the fire out much more lurid than it really was。 That picture of me leaping from the roof with a baby under each arm was overdrawn。 One or two of the children have sore throats； and our poor doctor is in a plaster cast。 But we're all alive； thank Heaven！ and are going to pull through without permanent scars。
I can't write details now； I'm simply rushed to death。 And don't comeplease！ Later； when things have settled just a little； you and I must have a talk about you and me； but I want time to think about it first。
S。
January 21。 Dear Judy：
Helen Brooks is taking hold of those fourteen fractious girls in a most masterly fashion。 The job is quite the toughest I had to offer； and she likes it。 I think she is going to be a valuable addition to our staff。
And I forgot to tell you about Punch。 When the fire occurred； those two nice women who kept him all summer were on the point of catching a train for Californiaand they simply tucked him under their arms； along with their luggage； and carried him off。 So Punch spends the winter in Pasadena and I rather fancy he is theirs for good。 Do you wonder that I am in an exalted mood over all these happenings？
LATER。
Poor bereaved Percy has just been spending the evening with me； because I am supposed to understand his troubles。 Why must I be supposed to understand everybody's troubles？ It's awfully wearing to be pouring out sympathy from an empty heart。 The poor boy at present is pretty low； but I rather suspectwith Betsy's aidthat he will pull through。 He is just on the edge of falling in love with Betsy； but he doesn't know it。 He's in the stage now where he's sort of enjoying his troubles。 He feels himself a tragic hero； a man who has suffered deeply。 But I notice that when Betsy is about； he offers cheerful assistance in whatever work is toward。
Gordon telegraphed today that he is coming tomorrow。 I am dreading the interview； for I know we are going to have an altercation。 He wrote the day after the fire and begged me to 〃chuck the asylum〃 and get married immediately； and now he's coming to argue it out。 I can't make him understand that a job involving the happiness of one hundred or so children can't be chucked with such charming insouciance。 I tried my best to keep him away； but； like the rest of his sex； he's stubborn。 Oh dear； I don't know what's ahead of us！ I wish I could glance into next year for a moment。
The doctor is still in his plaster cast； but I hear is doing well； after a grumbly fashion。 He is able to sit up a little every day and to receive a carefully selected list of visitors。 Mrs。 McGurk sorts them out at the door； and repudiates the ones she doesn't like。
Good…by。 I'd write some more； but I'm so sleepy that my eyes are shutting on me。 （The idiom is Sadie Kate's。） I must go to bed and get some sleep against the one hundred and seven troubles of tomorrow。
With love to the Pendletons；
S。 McB。
January 22。 Dear Judy：
This letter has nothing to do with the John Grier Home。 It's merely from Sallie McBride。
Do you remember when we read Huxley's letters our senior year？ That book contained a phrase which has stuck in my memory ever since： 〃There is always a Cape Horn in one's life that one either weathers or wrecks oneself on。〃 It's terribly true； and the trouble is that you can't always recognize your Cape Horn when you see it。 The sailing is sometimes pretty foggy； and you're wrecked before you know it。
I've been realizing of late that I have reached the Cape Horn of my own life。 I entered upon my engagement to Gordon honestly and hopefully； but little by little I've grown doubtful of the outcome。 The girl he loves is not the ME I want to be。 It's the ME I've been trying to grow away from all this last year。 I'm not sure she ever really existed。 Gordon just imagined she did。 Anyway； she doesn't exist any more； and the only fair course both to him and to myself was to end it。
We no longer have any interests in common； we are not friends。 He doesn't comprehend it； he thinks that I am making it up； that all I have to do is to take an interest in his life； and everything will turn out happily。 Of course I do take an interest when he's with me。 I talk about the things he wants to talk about； and he doesn't know that there's a whole part of me the biggest part of methat simply doesn't meet him at any point。 I pretend when I am with him。 I am not myself； and if we were to live together in constant daily intercourse； I'd have to keep on pretending all my life。 He wants me to watch his face and smile when he smiles and frown when he frowns。 He can't realize that I'm an individual just as much as he is。
I have social accomplishments。 I dress well； I'm spectacular； I would be an ideal hostess in a politician's householdand that's why he likes me。
Anyway； I suddenly saw with awful distinctness that if I kept on I'd be in a few years where Helen Brooks is。 She's a far better model of married life for me to contemplate just this moment than you； dear Judy。 I think that such a spectacle as you and Jervis is a menace to society。 You look so happy and peaceful and companionable that you induce a defenseless onlooker to rush off and snap up the first man she meetsand he's always the wrong man。
Anyway； Gordon and I have quarreled definitely and finally。 I should rather have ended without a quarrel； but considering his temperament；and mine； too； I must confess；we had to go off in a big smoky explosion。 He came yesterday afternoon； after I'd written him not to come； and