tedly enjoyed it more than I did. I couldn't help being in a
feminine twitter all the time the firing was going on for fear somebody
would shoot somebody else. But I know that I can't keep twenty-four
Indians tied to my apron strings, and I never could find in the whole
wide world three nicer men to take an interest in them.

Just think of all that healthy, exuberant volunteer service going to
waste under the asylum's nose! I suppose the neighborhood is full of
plenty more of it, and I am going to make it my business to dig it out.

What I want most are about eight nice, pretty, sensible young women to
come up here one night a week, and sit before the fire and tell stories
while the chicks pop corn. I do so want to contrive a little individual
petting for my babies. You see, Judy, I am remembering your own
childhood, and am trying hard to fill in the gaps.

The trustees' meeting last week went beautifully. The new women are most
helpful, and only the nice men came. I am happy to announce that the
Hon. Cy Wykoff is visiting his married daughter in Scranton. I wish she
would invite father to live with her permanently.

Wednesday.

I am in the most childish temper with the doctor, and for no very
definite reason. He keeps along his even, unemotional way without paying
the slightest attention to anything or anybody. I have swallowed more
slights during these last few months than in the whole of my life
before, and I'm developing the most shockingly revengeful nature. I
spend all my spare time planning situations in which he will be
terribly hurt and in need of my help, and in which 1, with the utmost
callousness, will shrug my shoulders and turn away. I am growing into
a person entirely foreign to the sweet, sunny young thing you used to
know.

Evening.

Do you realize that I am an authority on the care of dependent children?
Tomorrow I and other authorities visit officially the Hebrew Sheltering
Guardian Society's Orphan Asylum at Pleasantville. (All that's its
name!) It's a terribly difficult and roundabout journey from this point,
involving a daybreak start and two trains and an automobile. But if I'm
to be an authority, I must live up to the title. I'm keen about looking
over other institutions and gleaning as many ideas as possible against
our own alterations next year. And this Pleasantville asylum is an
architectural model.

I acknowledge now, upon sober reflection, that we were wise to postpone
ext