Good-by. Don't worry. There are a dozen silver linings to
this cloud that I'll write about tomorrow.

SALLIE.


Good heavens! here comes an automobile with J. F. Bretland in
it!


THE JOHN GRIER HOME,

January 14.
Dear Judy:

Listen to this! J. F. Bretland read about our fire in a New York
paper (I will say that the metropolitan press made the most of
details), and he posted up here in a twitter of anxiety. His
first question as he tumbled across our blackened threshold was,

"Is Allegra safe?"

"Yes," said I.

"Thank God!" he cried, and dropped into a chair. "This is no
place for children," he said severely, "and I have come to take
her home. I want the boys, too," he added hastily before I had a
chance to speak. "My wife and I have talked it over, and we have
decided that since we are going to the trouble of starting a