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I was furious with the doctor for placing me in such a position before that man； but I couldn't quarrel with him in public； so I had ultimately to tell Mr。 Bretland with finality and flatness； that Allegra was out of the question。 Would he not reconsider Sophie？
No； he'd be darned if he'd reconsider Sophie。 Allegra or nobody。 He hoped that I realized that I had weakly allowed the child's entire future to be ruined。 And with that parting shot he backed to the door。 〃Miss MacRae； Dr。 McBride； good afternoon。〃 He achieved two formal bows and withdrew。
And the moment the door closed Sandy and I fought it out。 He said that any person who claimed to have any modern； humane views on the subject of child…care ought to be ashamed to have considered for even a moment the question of breaking up such a family。 And I accused him of keeping her for the purely selfish reason that he was fond of the child and didn't wish to lose her。
（And that； I believe； is the truth。） Oh； we had the battle of our career； and he finally took himself off with a stiffness and politeness that excelled J。 F。 B。's。
Between the two of them I feel as limp as though I'd been run through our new mangling machine。 And then Betsy came home； and reviled me for throwing away the choicest family we have ever discovered！
So this is the end of our week of feverish activity； and both Sophie and Allegra are； after all； to be institution children。 Oh dear！ oh dear！ Please remove Sandy from the staff； and send me； instead； a German； a Frenchman； a Chinaman； if you choose anything but a Scotchman。
Yours wearily；
SALLIE。
P。S。 I dare say that Sandy is also passing a busy evening in writing to have me removed。 I won't object if you wish to do it。 I am tired of institutions。
Dear Gordon：
You are a captious； caviling； carping； crabbed； contentious； cantankerous chap。 Hoot mon！ an' why shouldna I drap into Scotch gin I choose？ An' I with a Mac in my name。
Of course the John Grier will be delighted to welcome you on Thursday next； not only for the donkey； but for your sweet sunny presence as well。 I was planning to write you a mile…long letter to make up for past deficiencies； but wha's the use？ I'll be seeing you the morn's morn； an' unco gude will be the sight o' you for sair een。
Dinna fash yoursel； Laddie； because o'my language。 My forebears were from the Hielands。
McBRIDE。
Dear Judy：
All's well with the John Grierexcept for a broken tooth； a sprained wrist； a badly scratched knee； and one case of pinkeye。 Betsy and I are being polite； but cool； toward the doctor。 The annoying thing is that he is rather cool； too。 And he seems to be under the impression that the drop in temperature is all on his side。 He goes about his business in a scientific； impersonal way； entirely courteous； but somewhat detached。
However； the doctor is not disturbing us very extensively at present。 We are about to receive a visit from a far more fascinating person than Sandy。 The House of Representatives again rests from its labors； and Gordon enjoys a vacation； two days of which he is planning to spend at the Brantwood Inn。
I am delighted to hear that you have had enough seaside； and are considering our neighborhood for the rest of the summer。 There are several spacious estates to be had within a few miles of the John Grier； and it will be a nice change for Jervis to come home only at week ends。 After a pleasantly occupied absence； you will each have some new ideas to add to the common stock。
I can't add any further philosophy just now on the subject of married life； having to refresh my memory on the Monroe Doctrine and one or two other political topics。
I am looking eagerly forward to August and three months with you。
As ever；
SALLIE。
Friday。 Dear Enemy：
It's very forgiving of me to invite you to dinner after that volcanic explosion of last week。 However； please come。 You remember our philanthropic friend； Mr。 Hallock； who sent us the peanuts and goldfish and other indigestible trifles？ He will be with us tonight； so this is your chance to turn the stream of his benevolence into more hygienic channels。
We dine at seven。
As ever；
SALLIE McBRIDE。
Dear Enemy：
You should have lived in the days when each man inhabited a separate cave on a separate mountain。
S。 McBRIDE。
Friday； 6：30。 Dear Judy：
Gordon is here； and a reformed man so far as his attitude toward my asylum goes。 He has discovered the world…old truth that the way to a mother's heart is through praise of her children； and he had nothing but praise for all 107 of mine。 Even in the case of Loretta Higgins he found something pleasant to say。 He thinks it nice that she isn't cross…eyed。
He went shopping with me in the village this afternoon； and was very helpful about picking out hair…ribbons for a couple of dozen little girls。 He begged to choose Sadie Kate's himself； and after many hesitations he hit upon orange satin for one braid and emerald green for the other。
While we were immersed in this business I became aware of a neighboring customer； ostensibly engaged with hooks and eyes； but straining every ear to listen to our nonsense。
She was so dressed up in a picture hat； a spotted veil； a feather boa； and a NOUVEAU ART parasol that I never dreamed she was any acquaintance of mine till I happened to catch her eye with a familiar malicious gleam in it。 She bowed stiffly； and disapprovingly； and I nodded back。 Mrs。 Maggie McGurk in her company clothes！
That is a pleasanter expression than she really has。 Her smile is due to a slip of the pen。
Poor Mrs。 McGurk can't understand any possible intellectual interest in a man。 She suspects me of wanting to marry every single one that I meet。 At first she thought I wanted to snatch away her doctor； but now； after seeing me with Gordon； she considers me a bigamous monster who wants them both。
Good…by； some guests approach。
11：30 P。M。
I have just been giving a dinner for Gordon； with Betsy and Mrs。 Livermore and Mr。 Witherspoon as guests。 I graciously included the doctor； but he curtly declined on the ground that he wasn't in a social mood。 Our Sandy does not let politeness interfere with truth！
There is no doubt about it； Gordon is the most presentable man that ever breathed。 He is so good looking and easy and gracious and witty； and his manners are so impeccableOh； he would make a wonderfully decorative husband！ But after all； I suppose you do live with a husband。 You don't just show him off at dinners and teas。
He was exceptionally nice tonight。 Betsy and Mrs。 Livermore both fell in love with himand I just a trifle。 He entertained us with a speech in his best public manner； apropos of Java's welfare。 We have been having a dreadful time finding a sleeping place for that monkey； and Gordon proved with incontestable logic that； since he was presented to us by Jimmie； and Jimmie is Percy's friend； he should sleep with Percy。 Gordon is a natural talker； and an audience affects him like champagne。 He can argue with us much emotional earnestness on the subject of a monkey as on the greatest hero that ever bled for his country。
I felt tears coming to my eyes when he described Java's loneliness as he watched out the night in our furnace cellar； and pictured his brothers at play in the far…off tropical jungle。
A man who can talk like that has a future before him。 I haven't a doubt but that I shall be voting for him for President in another twenty years。
We all had a beautiful time； and entirely forgotfor a space of three hoursthat 107 orphans slumbered about us。 Much as I love the little dears； it is pleasant to get away from them once in a while。
My guests left at ten； and it must be midnight by now。 （This is the eighth day； and my clock has stopped again； Jane forgets to wind it as regularly as Friday comes around。） However； I know it's late； and as a woman； it's my duty to try for beauty sleep； especially with an eligible young suitor at hand。
I'll finish tomorrow。 Good night。
Saturday。
Gordon spent this morning playing with my asylum and planning some intelligent presents to be sent later。 He thinks that three neatly painted totem poles would add to the attractiveness of our Indian camps。 He is also going to make us a present of three dozen pink rompers for the babies。 Pink is a color that is very popular with the superintendent of this asylum； who is deadly tired of blue！ Our generous friend is likewise amusing himself with the idea of a couple of donkeys and saddles and a little red cart。 Isn't it nice that Gordon's father provided for him so amply；