Miss Nita says I must call her simply “Nita” now, but it is hard to change.  Mr. Randolph sometimes calls her “Princess,” and she always smiles and blushes—­I wonder why!  “Princess” just fits her, doesn’t it?  He declares he shall feel slighted if I don’t call him “Nelson”!  As if I would—­that dignified man!  Nita insists that he isn’t dignified one bit, but I don’t agree with her.  Anyway, I shan’t leave off the “Mr.” to-day!  They were only gone a week.  I go over there nearly every day.  The house has been altered a good deal.  A beautiful, big veranda, or addition, has been built off the dining-room, sides all glass, and heated so that it can be used in the coldest weather.  I ate dinner there last week.  Nita has two servants, so she doesn’t have to work hard.  There is a new music room, too, out of the hall, with a magnificent new piano in it!  Miss Nita enjoys that.  Oh, I forgot to tell you that they are going to have a piano at the Home!  Mrs. Winslow Teed is delighted.  And they have new china for the table.  Miss Churchill couldn’t stand that old heavy stuff, and the good had all been broken.  You wouldn’t know the place.  The ladies can go and come as they please, making a note of where they are going, or not, just as they choose.  There are hardly any rules, and visitors are allowed every afternoon between two o’clock and six.  I guess Mr. Randolph means to make up to them for all they have suffered through Miss Sniffen.  One thing I am glad of!  The ladies have some new dresses!  And Mrs. Crump and Miss Castlevaine have new winter coats.  They were the worst dressed of anybody, as they had been there longest.  And I am almost gladdest of this,—­each lady has five dollars a month for spending money!  They are expected to buy their own shoes and stockings and gloves and neckwear and hats; but they’ll have plenty left for themselves.

Mrs. Albright’s birthday comes next week, and we are planning a big time.  But the cream of the birthdays comes next summer, when we expect to celebrate June Holiday’s birthday.  It will be a grand outdoor affair.  Some of the ladies have chosen their parts already.  Everybody is to represent something in a June day, and the children—­trustees’ and managers’ children, you know—­are going to be butterflies and bumblebees.  They want me to be Morning—­in light pink.  Miss Crilly is going to be South Wind—­won’t she be breezy?  She hasn’t quite decided about her costume, but it is to be of some gauzy stuff.  I think Miss Lily will be Blue Sky and White Clouds.  She will be sweet in blue and white.  Then there are going to be lots of flowers and birds and all sorts of characters.  I wish you could be here!  Can’t you come across?  What do you think Blue says he is going to be?  A hop-toad!  Isn’t that like him!  If he does he’ll carry it out so he’ll keep everybody laughing.  There is Patricia coming!  I must say good-bye in a hurry.  Loads of love from us all.