visible to show. If all of the doctor's ideas, and a few of my
own, get themselves materialized, our trustees will open their
eyes a bit when we show them about.

I have just made out a chart for next week's meals, and
posted it in the kitchen in the sight of an aggrieved cook.
Variety is a word hitherto not found in the lexicon of the
J.G.H. You would never dream all of the delightful surprises we
are going to have: brown bread, corn pone, graham muffins, samp,
rice pudding with LOTS of raisins, thick vegetable soup, macaroni
Italian fashion, polenta cakes with molasses, apple dumplings,
gingerbread--oh, an endless list! After our biggest girls have
assisted in the manufacture of such appetizing dainties, they
will almost be capable of keeping future husbands in love with
them.

Oh, dear me! Here I am babbling these silly nothings when I
have some real news up my sleeve. We have a new worker, a gem of
a worker.

Do you remember Betsy Kindred, 1910? She led the glee club
and was president of dramatics. I remember her perfectly; she
always had lovely clothes. Well, if you please, she lives only
twelve miles from here. I ran across her by chance yesterday
morning as she was motoring through the village; or, rather, she
just escaped running across me.

I never spoke to her in my life, but we greeted each other
like the oldest friends. It pays to have conspicuous hair; she
recognized me instantly. I hopped upon the running board of her