Two paperhangers are at work this moment hanging the best
that our village affords, while a German upholsterer is on his
knees measuring my chairs for chintz slip covers that will hide
every inch of their plush upholstery.

Please don't get nervous. This doesn't mean that I'm
preparing to spend my life in the asylum. It means only that I'm
preparing a cheerful welcome for my successor. I haven't dared
tell Judy how dismal I find it, because I don't want to cloud
Florida; but when she returns to New York she will find my
official resignation waiting to meet her in the front hall.

I would write you a long letter in grateful payment for seven
pages, but two of my little dears are holding a fight under the
window. I dash to separate them.

Yours as ever,

S. McB.


THE JOHN GRIER HOME,

March 8.

My dear Judy:

I myself have bestowed a little present upon the John Grier
Home--the refurnishing of the superintendent's private parlor. I