s also unrecognizable. It has been divided with string
and pegs into as many squares as a checker-board, and every child has
staked out a claim. Seed catalogues form our only reading matter.

Noah has just returned from a trip to the village for the Sunday papers
to amuse his leisure. Noah is a very cultivated person; he not only
reads perfectly, but he wears tortoise-shell-rimmed spectacles while he
does it. He also brought from the post office a letter from you, written
Friday night. I am pained to note that you do not care for "Gosta
Berling" and that Jervis doesn't. The only comment I can make is, "What
a shocking lack of literary taste in the Pendleton family!"

Dr. MacRae has another doctor visiting him, a very melancholy gentleman
who is at the head of a private psychopathic institution, and thinks
there's no good in life. But I suppose this pessimistic view is natural
if you eat three meals a day with a tableful of melancholics. He goes
up and down the world looking for signs of degeneracy, and finds them
everywhere. I expected, after half an hour's conversation, that he would
ask to look down my throat to see if I had a cleft palate. Sandy's taste
in friends seems to resemble his taste in literature. Gracious! this is
a letter!

Good-by.

SALLIE.

Thursday, May 2.

Dear Judy:

Such a bewildering whirl of events! The J. G. H. is breathless.
Incidentally, I am on the way toward solving my problem of what to do
with the children while the carpenters and plumbers and masons are here.
Or, rather, my precious brother has solved it for me.

This afternoon I went over my linen supply, and made the shocking
discovery that we have only sheets enough to change the children's beds
every two weeks, which, it appears, is our shiftless custom. While I
was still in the midst of my household gear, with a bunch of keys at my
girdle, looking like the chatelaine of a medieval chateau, who should be
ushered in but Jimmie?

Being extremely occupied, I dropped a slanting kiss on his nose, and
sent him off to look over the place in charge of my two oldest urchins.
They collected six friends and organized a baseball game. Jimmie came
back blown, but enthusiastic, and consented to prolong his visit over
the week end, though after the dinner I gave him he has decided to take
his future meals at the hotel. As we sat with our coffee before the
fire, I confided to him my anxiety as to what should be done with the
chicks while