car and said:

"Betsy Kindred, 1910, you've got to come back to my orphan
asylum and help me catalogue my orphans."

And it astonished her so that she came. She's to be here
four or five days a week as temporary secretary, and somehow I
must manage to keep her permanently. She's the most useful
person I ever saw. I am hoping that orphans will become such a
habit with her that she won't be able to give them up. I think
she might stay if we pay her a big enough salary. She likes to
be independent of her family, as do all of us in these degenerate
times.

In my growing zeal for cataloguing people, I should like to
get our doctor tabulated. If Jervis knows any gossip about him,
write it to me, please; the worse, the better. He called
yesterday to lance a felon on Sammy Speir's thumb, then
ascended to my electric-blue parlor to give instructions as
to the dressing of thumbs. The duties of a superintendent are
manifold.

It was just teatime, so I casually asked him to stay, and he
did! Not for the pleasure of my society,--no, indeed,--but
because Jane appeared at the moment with a plate of toasted
muffins. He hadn't had any luncheon, it seems, and dinner was a
long way ahead. Between muffins (he ate the whole plateful) he
saw fit to interrogate me as to my preparedness for this
position. Had I studied biology in college? How far had I gone
in chemistry? What did I know of sociology? Had I visited that