Yours,

On the verge of writer's cramp,

S. McB.


THE JOHN GRIER HOME,

Off and on, all day Friday.
Dear Judy:

You will be interested to hear that I have encountered another
enemy--the doctor's housekeeper. I had talked to the creature
several times over the telephone, and had noted that her voice
was not distinguished by the soft, low accents that mark the
caste of "Vere de Vere"; but now I have seen her. This morning,
while returning from the village, I made a slight detour, and
passed our doctor's house. Sandy is evidently the result of
environment--olive green, with a mansard roof and the shades
pulled down. You would think he had just been holding a funeral.

I don't wonder that the amenities of life have somewhat escaped
the poor man. After studying the outside of his house, I was
filled with curiosity to see if the inside matched.

Having sneezed five times before breakfast this morning, I
decided to go in and consult him professionally. To be sure, he
is a children's specialist, but sneezes are common to all ages.