Anyway, Sallie McBride likes me!
Yours ever,
Judy Abbott
(Nee Jerusha.)
Saturday morning I've just been reading this letter over and it sounds pretty
un-cheerful. But can't you guess that I have a special topic due Monday
morning and a review in geometry and a very sneezy cold?
Sunday
I forgot to post this yesterday, so I will add an indignant postscript.
We had a bishop this morning, and WHAT DO YOU THINK HE SAID?
'The most beneficent promise made us in the Bible is this, "The poor ye
have always with you." They were put here in order to keep us
charitable.' The poor, please observe, being a sort of useful domestic animal. If I
hadn't grown into such a perfect lady, I should have gone up after
service and told him what I thought.
25th October
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
I'm in the basket-ball team and you ought to see the bruise on my left
shoulder. It's blue and mahogany with little streaks of orange. Julia
Pendleton tried for the team, but she didn't get in. Hooray!
You see what a mean disposition I have.
College gets nicer and nicer. I like the girls and the teachers and
the classes and the campus and the things to eat. We have ice-cream
twice a week and we never have corn-meal mush.
You only wanted to hear from me once a month, didn't you? And I've
been peppering you with letters every few days! But I've been so
excited about all these new adventures that I MUST talk to somebody;
and you're the only one I know. Please excuse my exuberance; I'll
settle pretty soon. If my letters bore you, you can always toss them
into the wastebasket. I promise not to write another till the middle
of November.
Yours most loquaciously,
Judy Abbott
15th November
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
Listen to what I've learned to-day.
The area of the convex surface of the frustum of a regular pyramid is
half the product of the sum of the perimeters of its bases by the
altitude of either of its trapezoids.
It doesn't sound true, but it is--I can prove it!
You've never heard about my clothes, have you, Daddy? Six dresses, all
new and beautiful and bought for me--not handed down from somebody
bigger. Perhaps you don't realize what a climax that marks in the
career of an orphan? You gave them to me, and I am very, very, VERY
much obliged. It's a fine thing to be educated--but nothing compared
to the dizzying experience of owning six new dresses. Miss Pritchard,
who is on the visiting committee, picked them out--not Mrs. Lippett,
thank goodness. I have an evening dress, pink mull over silk (I'm
perfectly beautiful in that), and a blue church dress, and a dinner
dress of red veiling with Oriental trimming (makes me look like a
Gipsy), and another of rose-coloured challis, and a grey street suit,
and an every-day dress for classes. That wouldn't be an awfully big
wardrobe for Julia Rutledge Pendleton, perhaps, but for Jerusha
Abbott--Oh, my!