have any more to answer for!  Mr. Randolph put a private wire up to Miss Sterling’s room, and she felt fixed all right.  It was funny!  If he’d waited till the next week he wouldn’t have needed to do it, though it was very nice for her as long as she was there.  Well, a week after the telephone was in, Mabel ran up to Miss Major’s room before she was up, frightened half to death.  She said, “Oh, Miss Major!”—­woke her out of a sound sleep—­“Miss Sniffen has gone!  And Mrs. Nobbs has gone!  And Bridget has gone!” Bridget was the cook.  “How do you know?” Miss Major asked.  “’Cause they ain’t anywhere!” Mabel cried.  “We’ve looked all over, Nellie and me!  In Miss Sniffen’s room and Mrs. Nobbs’s room and Bridget’s room!  They ain’t anywhere at all!” Of course, that roused the house, and everybody was running round half-dressed, and they hunted everywhere, and they couldn’t find a trace of the three.  Their trunks had disappeared and every vestige of their belongings!  The servants didn’t know what to do, and they stood around helpless, till Miss Major and Mrs. Albright went into the kitchen and began to get breakfast.  Miss Nita telephoned to Mr. Randolph, and he came up and appointed Miss Major to have charge of things till they could get new officers.  In the middle of the forenoon who should appear but Mrs. Dick!—­Mrs. Tenney, I should say.  Her husband had died a month or so before, and she had tried to get back into the Home, but Miss Sniffen wouldn’t have her, and she hadn’t dared to apply to anybody else.  As soon as she came in and found out they’d gone, she took off her things and went right into the kitchen to help.  She started to make some bread; but the flour was sour and wormy, and she wouldn’t use it.  So Mr. Randolph sent up some new, and told her to order anything she needed.  You can imagine they had a good dinner!  It was a first-class meal, they all said, the best they had had in years.  Miss Nita called me up early, and I ran over before school.  They were having a regular jubilation,—­as happy as a flock of kids!

Now they’ve got a superintendent that is worthwhile!  She is just lovely!  The matron is nice, too, so motherly.  And what do you think!  They have a trained nurse—­all the time—­and they are going to fix up an infirmary on the top floor, so those that are sick can be quiet without the well ones having to be whist.  Dr. Temple has been appointed House Physician—­oh, I tell you, things are mightily changed at the Home!

I think I wrote you about Miss Twining and her “resurrection.”  That night when Dr. Temple contradicted so emphatically what Dr. Gunnip had told her she says she felt as if she had been dead and buried all those dreadful weeks and had come back to life.  Miss Crilly insists that if it hadn’t been for Miss Twining’s “martyrdom” we never should have had “spunk” enough to go to Mr. Randolph with our awful story.  I guess she is right.  That stirred us up to