But isn't it rather a comedy situation? A big little daughter suddenly bestowed upon a busy bride-elect! But she is an angel, and I'll adore having her, just as soon as I get used to the idea again. Love and warmest wishes to your mother, and I'm sending her some books. Devotedly, JANE. _New York City, May Twenty-seventh._ OLD DEAR, So glad your mother is even a wee bit better! House and clothes are coming on famously but I'm rather rebellious at not having more of M. D.'s time. My life work will be to drag him down from his pinnacle of selflessness! His chief concern just now is for his brilliant young dope fiend, and I really shouldn't begrudge M.D. to him, for if we hadn't had supper with him that night, and gone uptown in the subway, who knows if I'd ever have won my elusive swain? Randal is doing fairly well, as regards the drug, and making some corking sketches for our joint calendar, but he needs a world of cheering and chumminess and countenance. But one would like a little less of him, a little more of one's lover. Rather crossly, J. _Friday Morning._ Sally, dear, another letter has come from Mexico, and Dolores Tristeza is on her way! A highly proper geologist was returning to New York, and they dared not miss so excellent an opportunity of sending her. And she'll be here day after to-morrow! I find myself rather gasping! I must telephone the steamship office, and I'll close this later. _Next Evening._ She will arrive on the _Pearl of Peru_ at about three P.M. to-morrow, and M.D. is going with me to meet her. He is dear about it all, and so am I, now that I've got my breath! I'm remembering what a dewy-eyed little dove of a thing she is. A few days of happy holiday for her, and then the mildest and gayest school I can find, one where they have no stuffy rules about not letting the pupils come home for week-ends. The _Profesor_ explained that the _Hospicio_ had fallen on evil days during the revolution and the children are now cared for in private families. The three different households which had been sheltering Dolores had been obliged from various circumstances to give her up, and Senor Morales regretted the limitations of his own establishment. Poor, pitiful little creature ... little "Sorrows and Sadness!" I must pledge myself to make her over into Joys and Gladness--_Alegrias y Felicidad_, if I remember my Spanish at all. I'm ashamed of those mean moments at first when I didn't want her! Penitently, JANE. P.S. I mean to have her call me Aunt Jane, which will be "_Tia Juana_." Isn't that charming? I really don't care to be called "Mother" just now by a twelve-year-old daughter. It's--a bit un-bridal. _Sunday Night._ MY DEAR SARAH,