Your letter is here. I have read it twice, and with amazement. Do I
understand that Jervis has given you, for a Christmas present, the
making over of the John Grier Home into a model institution, and
that you have chosen me to disburse the money? Me—I, Sallie
McBride, the head of an orphan asylum! My poor people, have you
lost your senses, or have you become addicted to the use of opium,
and is this the raving of two fevered imaginations? I am exactly as
well fitted to take care of one hundred children as to become the
curator of a zoo.