afford to burn down this smelly old original building, and put up
instead some nice, ventilated modern cottages? I cannot
contemplate that wonderful institution at Hastings without being
filled with envy. It would be some fun to run an asylum if you
had a plant like that to work with. But, anyway, when you get
back to New York and are ready to consult the architect about
remodeling, please apply to me for suggestions. Among other
little details I want two hundred feet of sleeping porch running
along the outside of our dormitories.

You see, it's this way: our physical examination reveals the
fact that about half of our children are aenemic--aneamic--
anaemic (Mercy! what a word!), and a lot of them have tubercular
ancestors, and more have alcoholic. Their first need is oxygen
rather than education. And if the sickly ones need it, why
wouldn't it be good for the well ones? I should like to have
every child, winter and summer, sleeping in the open air; but I
know that if I let fall such a bomb on the board of trustees, the
whole body would explode.

Speaking of trustees, I have met up with the Hon. Cyrus
Wykoff, and I really believe that I dislike him more than Dr.
Robin MacRae or the kindergarten teacher or the cook. I seem to
have a genius for discovering enemies!

Mr. Wykoff called on Wednesday last to look over the new
superintendent.

Having lowered himself into my most comfortable armchair, he
proceeded to spend the day. He asked my father's business, and