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t nice that Gordon's father provided for him so amply； and that he is such a charitably inclined young man？ He is at present lunching with Percy at the hotel； and； I trust； imbibing fresh ideas in the field of philanthropy。
Perhaps you think I haven't enjoyed this interruption to the monotony of institution life！ You can say all you please； my dear Mrs。 Pendleton； about how well I am managing your asylum； but； just the same； it isn't natural for me to be so stationary。 I very frequently need a change。 That is why Gordon； with his bubbling optimism and boyish spirits； is so exhilarating especially as a contrast to too much doctor。
Sunday morning。
I must tell you the end of Gordon's visit。 His intention had been to leave at four； but in an evil moment I begged him to stay over till 9：30； and yesterday afternoon he and Singapore and I took a long 'cross…country walk； far out of sight of the towers of this asylum； and stopped at a pretty little roadside inn； where we had a satisfying supper of ham and eggs and cabbage。 Sing stuffed so disgracefully that he has been languid ever since。
The walk and all was fun； and a very grateful change from this monotonous life I lead。 It would have kept me pleasant and contented for weeks if something most unpleasant hadn't happened later。 We had a beautiful； sunny； carefree afternoon； and I'm sorry to have had it spoiled。 We came back very unromantically in the trolley car； and reached the J。 G。 H。 before nine； just in good time for him to run on to the station and catch his train。 So I didn't ask him to come in； but politely wished him a pleasant journey at the porte…cochere。
A car was standing at the side of the drive； in the shadow of the house。 I recognized it； and thought the doctor was inside with Mr。 Witherspoon。 （They frequently spend their evenings together in the laboratory。） Well； Gordon； at the moment of parting； was seized with an unfortunate impulse to ask me to abandon the management of this asylum； and take over the management of a private house instead。
Did you ever know anything like the man？ He had the whole afternoon and miles of empty meadow in which to discuss the question； but instead he must choose our door mat！
I don't know just what I did say。 I tried to turn it off lightly and hurry him to his train。 But he refused to be turned off lightly。 He braced himself against a post and insisted upon arguing it out。 I knew that he was missing his train； and that every window in this institution was open。 A man never has the slightest thought of possible overhearers。 It is always the woman who thinks of convention。
Being in a nervous twitter to get rid of him； I suppose I was pretty abrupt and tactless。 He began to get angry； and then by some unlucky chance his eye fell on that car。 He recognized it； too； and； being in a savage mood； he began making fun of the doctor。 〃Old Goggle…eyes〃 he called him； and 〃Scatchy；〃 and oh； the awfullest lot of unmannerly； silly things！
I was assuring him with convincing earnestness that I didn't care a rap about the doctor； that I thought he was just as funny and impossible as he could be； when suddenly the doctor rose out of his car and walked up to us。
I could have evaporated from the earth very comfortably at that moment！
Sandy was quite clearly angry； as well he might be； after the things he'd heard； but he was entirely cold and collected。 Gordon was hot； and bursting with imaginary wrongs。 I was aghast at this perfectly foolish and unnecessary muddle that had suddenly arisen out of nothing。 Sandy apologized to me with unimpeachable politeness for inadvertently overhearing； and then turned to Gordon and stiffly invited him to get into his car and ride to the station。
I begged him not to go。 I didn't wish to be the cause of any silly quarrel between them。 But without paying the slightest attention to me； they climbed into the car； and whirled away； leaving me placidly standing on the door mat。
I came in and went to bed； and lay awake for hours； expecting to hearI don't know what kind of explosion。 It is now eleven o'clock； and the doctor hasn't appeared。 I don't know how on earth I shall meet him when he does。 I fancy I shall hide in the clothes closet。
Did you ever know anything as unnecessary and stupid as this whole situation？ I suppose now I've quarreled with Gordon；and I positively don't know over what；and of course my relations with the doctor are going to be terribly awkward。 I said horrid things about him；you know the silly way I talk；things I didn't mean in the least。
I wish it were yesterday at this time。 I would make Gordon go at four。
SALLIE。
Sunday afternoon。 Dear Dr。 MacRae：
That was a horrid； stupid； silly business last night。 But by this time you must know me well enough to realize that I never mean the foolish things I say。 My tongue has no slightest connection with my brain； it just runs along by itself。 I must seem to you very ungrateful for all the help you have given me in this unaccustomed work and for the patience you have （occasionally） shown。
I do appreciate the fact that I could never have run this asylum by myself without your responsible presence in the background。 And though once in a while； as you yourself must acknowledge； you have been pretty impatient and bad tempered and difficult； still I have never held it up against you； and I really didn't mean any of the ill…mannered things I said last night。 Please forgive me for being rude。 I should hate very much to lose your friendship。 And we are friends； are we not？ I like to think so。
S。 McB。
Dear Judy：
I am sure I haven't an idea whether or not the doctor and I have made up our differences。 I sent him a polite note of apology； which he received in abysmal silence。 He didn't come near us until this afternoon； and he hasn't by the blink of an eyelash referred to our unfortunate contretemps。 We talked exclusively about an ichthyol salve that will remove eczema from a baby's scalp； then； Sadie Kate being present； the conversation turned to cats。 It seems that the doctor's Maltese cat has four kittens； and Sadie Kate will not be silenced until she has seen them。 Before I knew what was happening I found myself making an engagement to take her to see those miserable kittens at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon。
Whereupon the doctor； with an indifferently polite bow； took himself off。 And that apparently is the end。
Your Sunday note arrives； and I am delighted to hear that you have taken the house。 It will be beautiful having you for a neighbor for so long。 Our improvements ought to march along； with you and the president at our elbow。 But it does seem as though； you ought to get out here before August 7。 Are you sure that city air is good for you just now？ I have never known so devoted a wife。
My respects to the president。
S。 McB。
July 22。 Dear Judy：
Please listen to this！
At four o'clock I took Sadie Kate to the doctor's house to look at those cats。 But Freddy Howland just twenty minutes before had fallen downstairs； so the doctor was at the Howland house occupying himself with Freddy's collarbone。 He had left word for us to sit down and wait； that he would be back shortly。
Mrs。 McGurk ushered us into the library； and then； not to leave us alone； came in herself on a pretense of polishing the brass。 I don't know what she thought we'd do！ Run off with the pelican perhaps。
I settled down to an article about the Chinese situation in the Century； and Sadie Kate roamed about at large examining everything she found； like a curious little mongoose。
She commenced with his stuffed flamingo and wanted to know what made it so tall and what made it so red。 Did it always eat frogs； and had it hurt its other foot？ She ticks off questions with the steady persistency of an eight…day clock。
I buried myself in my article and left Mrs。 McGurk to deal with Sadie。 Finally； after she had worked half…way around the room； she came to a portrait of a little girl occupying a leather frame in the center of the doctor's writing deska child with a queer elf…like beauty； resembling very strangely our little Allegra。 This photograph might have been a portrait of Allegra grown five years older。 I had noticed the picture the night we took supper with the doctor； and had meant to ask which of his little patients she was。 Happily I didn't！
〃Who's that？〃 said Sadie Kate； pouncing upon it。
〃It's the docthor's little gurrl。〃
〃Where is she？〃
〃Shure； she's far away wit' her gran'ma。〃
〃Where'd he get her？〃
〃His wife give her to him。〃
I emerged from my book with electric suddenness。
〃His wife！〃 I cried。
The next instant I was furious with myself for having spoken； but I was so completely taken off my guard。 Mrs。 McGurk straightened up and became volubly conversational at once。
〃And didn't he never tell you about his wife？ She wen