If you have any powders that would be settling to her nerves,
please send them back by Sadie Kate.

Yours truly,

S. McBRIDE.


Wednesday Morning.
Dear Dr. MacRae:

I am not taking an unintelligent stand in the least; I am simply
asking that you come to me with all complaints, and not stir up
my staff in any such volcanic fashion as that of yesterday.

I endeavor to carry out all of your orders--of a medical
nature--with scrupulous care. In the present case there seems to
have been some negligence; I don't know what did become of those
fourteen unadministered bottles of cod-liver oil that you have
made such a fuss about, but I shall investigate.

And I cannot, for various reasons, pack off Miss Snaith in
the summary fashion you demand. She may be, in certain respects,
inefficient; but she is kind to the children, and with
supervision will answer temporarily.

Yours truly,

S. McBRIDE.