believe in reality he is to engage in the pastoral work of
harvesting wheat. He marched off, a hero of romance, followed by
the wistful eyes of twenty-five adventurous lads, who turned back
with a sigh to the safely monotonous life of the J. G. H.

Five other children have been sent to their proper
institutions. One of them is deaf, one an epileptic, and the
other three approaching idiocy. None of them ought ever to have
been accepted here. This as an educational institution, and we
can't waste our valuable plant in caring for defectives.

Orphan asylums have gone out of style. What I am going to
develop is a boarding school for the physical, moral, and mental
growth of children whose parents have not been able to provide
for their care.

"Orphans" is merely my generic term for the children; a good
many of them are not orphans in the least. They have one
troublesome and tenacious parent left who won't sign a surrender,
so I can't place them out for adoption. But those that are
available would be far better off in loving foster-homes than in
the best institution that I can ever make. So I am fitting them
for adoption as quickly as possible, and searching for the homes.

You ought to run across a lot of pleasant families in your
travels; can't you bully some of them into adopting children?
Boys by preference. We've got an awful lot of extra boys, and
nobody wants them. Talk about anti-feminism! It's nothing to
the anti-masculinism that exists in the breasts of adopting
parents. I could place out a thousand dimpled little girls with