第 22 节
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白寒 更新:2021-02-21 10:12 字数:9317
The pendant arrived this morning。 Many thanks! But you really ought not to have given me another; a hostess cannot be held accountable for all the things that careless guests lose in her house。 It is far too pretty for my chain。 I am thinking of having my nose pierced; Cingalese fashion; and wearing my new jewel where it will really show。
I must tell you that our Percy is putting some good constructive work into this asylum。 He has founded the John Grier Bank; and has worked out all the details in a very professional and businesslike fashion; entirely incomprehensible to my non…mathematical mind。 All of the older children possess properly printed checkbooks; and they are each to be paid five dollars a week for their services; such as going to school and accomplishing housework。 They are then to pay the institution (by check) for their board and clothes; which will consume their five dollars。 It looks like a vicious circle; but it's really very educative; they will comprehend the value of money before we dump them into a mercenary world。 Those who are particularly good in lessons or work will receive an extra recompense。 My head aches at the thought of the bookkeeping; but Percy waves that aside as a mere bagatelle。 It is to be accomplished by our prize arithmeticians; and will train them for positions of trust。 If Jervis hears of any opening for bank officials; let me know; I shall have a well…trained president; cashier; and paying teller ready to be placed by this time next year。
Saturday。
Our doctor doesn't like to be called 〃Enemy。〃 It hurts his feelings or his dignity or something of the sort。 But since I will persist; despite his expostulations; he has finally retaliated with a nickname for me。 He calls me 〃Miss Sally Lunn;〃 and is in a glow of pride at having achieved such an imaginative flight。
He and I have invented a new pastime: he talks Scotch; and I answer in Irish。 Our conversations run like this:
〃Good afthernoon to ye; docther。 An' how's yer health the day?〃
〃Verra weel; verra weel。 And how gas it wi' a' the bairns?〃
〃Shure; they're all av thim doin' foin。〃
〃I'm gey glad to hear it。 This saft weather is hard on folk。 There's muckle sickness aboot the kintra。〃
〃Hiven be praised it has not lighted here! But sit down; docther; an' make yersilf at home。 Will ye be afther havin' a cup o' tay?〃
〃Hoot; woman! I would na hae you fash yoursel'; but a wee drap tea winna coom amiss。〃
〃Whist! It's no thruble at all。〃
You may not think this a very dizzying excursion into frivolity; but I assure you; for one of Sandy's dignity; it's positively riotous。 The man has been in a heavenly temper ever since I came back; not a single cross word。 I am beginning to think I may reform him as well as Punch。
This letter must be about long enough even for you。 I've been writing it bit by bit for three days; whenever I happened to pass my desk。
Yours as ever;
SALLIE。
P。S。 I don't think much of your vaunted prescription for hair tonic。 Either the druggist didn't mix it right; or Jane didn't apply it with discretion。 I stuck to the pillow this morning。
THE JOHN GRIER HOME; Saturday。 Dear Gordon:
Your letter of Thursday is at hand; and extremely silly I consider it。 Of course I am not trying to let you down easy; that isn't my way。 If I let you down at all; it will be suddenly and with an awful bump。 But I honestly didn't realize that it had been three weeks since I wrote。 Please excuse!
Also; my dear sir; I have to bring you to account。 You were in New York last week; and you never ran up to see us。 You thought we wouldn't find it out; but we heardand are insulted。
Would you like an outline of my day's activities? Wrote monthly report for trustees' meeting。 Audited accounts。 Entertained agent of State Charities Aid Association for luncheon。 Supervised children's menus for next ten days。 Dictated five letters to families who have our children。 Visited our little feeble…minded Loretta Higgins (pardon the reference; I know you don't like me to mention the feeble…minded); who is being boarded out in a nice comfortable family; where she is learning to work。 Came back to tea and a conference with the doctor about sending a child with tubercular glands to a sanatorium。 Read an article on cottage VERSUS congregate system for housing dependent children。 (We do need cottages! I wish you'd send us a few for a Christmas present。) And now at nine o'clock I'm sleepily beginning a letter to you。 Do you know many young society girls who can point to such a useful day as that?
Oh; I forgot to say that I stole ten minutes from my accounts this morning to install a new cook。 Our Sallie Washington… Johnston; who cooked fit for the angels had a dreadful; dreadful temper and terrorized poor Noah; our super…excellent furnace man; to the point of giving notice。 We couldn't spare Noah。 He's
more useful to the institution than its superintendent; and so Sallie Washington…Johnston is no more。
When I asked the new cook her name; she replied; 〃Ma name is Suzanne Estelle; but ma friends call me Pet。〃 Pet cooked the dinner tonight; but I must say that she lacks Sallie's delicate touch。 I am awfully disappointed that you didn't visit us while Sallie was still here。 You would have taken away an exalted opinion of my housekeeping。
Drowsiness overcame me at that point; and it's now two days later。
Poor neglected Gordon! It has just occurred to me that you never got thanked for the modeling clay which came two weeks ago; and it was such an unusually intelligent present that I should have telegraphed my appreciation。 When I opened the box and saw all that nice messy putty stuff; I sat down on the spot and created a statue of Singapore。 The children love it; and it is very good to have the handicraft side of their training encouraged。
After a careful study of American history; I have determined that nothing is so valuable to a future president as an early obligatory unescapable performance of CHORES。
Therefore I have divided the daily work of this institution into a hundred parcels; and the children rotate weekly through a succession of unaccustomed tasks。 Of course they do everything badly; for just as they learn how; they progress to something new。 It would be infinitely easier for us to follow Mrs。 Lippett's immoral custom of keeping each child sentenced for life to a well…learned routine; but when the temptation assails me; I recall the dreary picture of Florence Henty; who polished the brass doorknobs of this institution for seven yearsand I sternly shove the children on。
I get angry every time I think of Mrs Lippett。 She had exactly the point of view of a Tammany politicianno slightest sense of service to society。 Her only interest in the John Grier Home was to get a living out of it。
Wednesday。
What new branch of learning do you think I have introduced into my asylum? Table manners!
I never had any idea that it was such a lot of trouble to teach children how to eat and drink。 Their favorite method is to put their mouths down to their mugs and lap their milk like kittens。 Good manners are not merely snobbish ornaments; as Mrs。 Lippett's regime appeared to believe。 They mean self…discipline and thought for others; and my children have got to learn them。
That woman never allowed them to talk at their meals; and I am having the most dreadful time getting any conversation out of them above a frightened whisper。 So I have instituted the custom of the entire staff; myself included; sitting with them at the table; and directing the talk along cheerful and improving lines。
Also I have established a small; very strict training table; where the little dears; in relays; undergo a week of steady badgering。 Our uplifting table conversations run like this:
〃Yes; Tom; Napoleon Bonaparte was a very great manelbows off the table。 He possessed a tremendous power of concentrating his mind on whatever he wanted to have; and that is the way to accomplishdon't snatch; Susan; ask politely for the bread; and Carrie will pass it to you。But he was an example of the fact that selfish thought just for oneself; without considering the lives of others; will come to disaster in theTom! Keep your mouth shut when you chewand after the battle of Waterloolet Sadie's cooky alonehis fall was all the greater becauseSadie Kate; you may leave the table。 It makes no difference what he did。 Under no provocation does a lady slap a gentleman。〃
Two more days have passed; this is the same kind of meandering letter I write to Judy。 At least; my dear man; you can't complain that I haven't been thinking about you this week! I know you hate to be told all about the asylum; but I can't help
it; for it's all I know。 I don't have five minutes a day to read the papers。 The big outside world has dropped away。 My interests all lie on the inside of this little iron inclosure。