e resembled so exactly his spoken word.

And you will be greatly obliged if I will drop my absurd fashion of
calling you "Enemy"? I will drop my absurd fashion of calling you
Enemy just as soon as you drop your absurd fashion of getting angry and
abusive and insulting the moment any little thing goes wrong.

I am leaving tomorrow afternoon to spend four days in New York.

Yours truly,

S. McBRIDE.

CHEZ THE PENDLETONS, New York. My dear Enemy:

I trust that this note will find you in a more affable frame of mind
than when I saw you last. I emphatically repeat that it was not due to
the carelessness of the superintendent of our institution that those two
new cases of measles crept in, but rather to the unfortunate anatomy
of our old-fashioned building, which does not permit of the proper
isolation of contagious cases.

As you did not deign to visit us yesterday morning before I left, I
could not offer any parting suggestions. I therefore write to ask that
you cast your critical eye upon Mamie Prout. She is covered all over
with little red spots which may be measles, though I am hoping not.
Mamie spots very easily.

I return to prison life next Monday at six o'clock.

Yours truly,

S. McBRIDE.

P.S. I trust you will pardon my mentioning it, but you are not the kind
of doctor that I admire. I like them chubby and round and smiling.

THE JOHN GRIER HOME,

June 9.

Dear Judy:

You are an awful family for an impressionable young girl to visit.
How can you expect me to come back and settle down contentedly to
institution life after witnessing such a happy picture of domestic
concord as the Pendleton household presents?

All the way back in the train, instead of occupying myself with two
novels, four magazines, and one box of chocolates that your husband
thoughtfully provided, I spent the time in a mental review of the young
men of my acquaintance to see if I couldn't discover one as nice as
Jervis. I did! (A little nicer, I think.) From this day on he is the
marked-down victim, the destined prey.

I shall hate to give up the asylum after getting so excited over it,
but unless you are willing to move it to the capital, I don't see any
alternative.

The train was awfully late. We sat and smoked on a siding while two
accommodations and a freight dashed past. I think we must have broken
something, and had to tinker up our engine. The conductor was soothing,
but uncommunicative.

It was 7:30 when I de