Dear Enemy

STONE GATE, WORCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS, December 27.



Dear Judy:



Your letter is here. I have read it twice, and with amazement. Do I understand that Jervis has given you, for a Christmas present, the making over of the John Grier Home into a model institution, and that you have chosen me to disburse the money? Me— I, Sallie McBride, the head of an orphan asylum! My poor people, have you lost your senses, or have you become addicted to the use of opium, and is this the raving of two fevered imaginations? I am exactly as well fitted to take care of one hundred children as to become the curator of a zoo.



And you offer as bait an interesting Scotch doctor? My dear Judy, — likewise my dear Jervis, — I see through you! I know exactly the kind of family conference that has been held about the Pendleton fireside.