his
pocket.) They are good-natured, generous, kind-hearted, smiling people,
and a little fat; you can see what desirable parents they would make.

Well, we had exactly the daughter of their dreams, only, as they came
without giving us notice, she was dressed in a flannellet nightgown, and
her face was dirty. They looked Caroline over, and were not impressed;
but they thanked us politely, and said they would bear her in mind. They
wanted to visit the New York Orphanage before deciding. We knew well
that, if they saw that superior assemblage of children, our poor little
Caroline would never have a chance.

Then Betsy rose to the emergency. She graciously invited them to motor
over to her house for tea that afternoon and inspect one of our little
wards who would be visiting her baby niece. Mr. and Mrs. Leading Citizen
do not know many people in the East, and they haven't been receiving the
invitations that they feel are their due; so they were quite innocently
pleased at the prospect of a little social diversion. The moment they
had retired to the hotel for luncheon, Betsy called up her car, and
rushed baby Caroline over to her house. She stuffed her into baby
niece's best pink-and-white embroidered frock, borrowed a hat of Irish
lace, some pink socks and white slippers, and set her picturesquely
upon the green lawn under a spreading beech tree. A white-aproned nurse
(borrowed also from baby niece) plied her with bread and milk and gaily
colored toys. By the time prospective parents arrived, our Caroline,
full of food and contentment, greeted them with cooes of delight. From
the moment their eyes fell upon her they were ravished with desire.
Not a suspicion crossed their unobservant minds that this sweet little
rosebud was the child of the morning. And so, a few formalities having
been complied with, it really looks as though baby Caroline would live
in the Towers and grow into a leading citizen.

I must really get to work, without any further delay, upon the burning
question of new clothes for our girls.

With the highest esteem, I am, D'r Ma'am, Y'r most ob'd't and h'mble
serv't,

SAL. McBRIDE.

June 19th. My dearest Judy:

Listen to the grandest innovation of all, and one that will delight your
heart.

NO MORE BLUE GINGHAM!

Feeling that this aristocratic neighborhood of country estates might
contain valuable food for our asylum, I have of late been moving in
the village social circles, and at a luncheon