Did you ever hear of such a discouraging series of events? It isn't
the big troubles in life that require character. Anybody can rise to a
crisis and face a crushing tragedy with courage, but to meet the petty
hazards of the day with a laugh--I really think that requires SPIRIT.
It's the kind of character that I am going to develop. I am going to
pretend that all life is just a game which I must play as skilfully and
fairly as I can. If I lose, I am going to shrug my shoulders and
laugh--also if I win.
Anyway, I am going to be a sport. You will never hear me complain
again, Daddy dear, because Julia wears silk stockings and centipedes
drop off the wall.
Yours ever,
Judy
Answer soon.
27th May
Daddy-Long-Legs, Esq.
DEAR SIR: I am in receipt of a letter from Mrs. Lippett. She hopes
that I am doing well in deportment and studies. Since I probably have
no place to go this summer, she will let me come back to the asylum and
work for my board until college opens.
I HATE THE JOHN GRIER HOME.
I'd rather die than go back.
Yours most truthfully,
Jerusha Abbott
Cher Daddy-Jambes-Longes, Vous etes un brick!
Je suis tres heureuse about the farm, parceque je n'ai jamais been on a
farm dans ma vie and I'd hate to retourner chez John Grier, et wash
dishes tout l'ete. There would be danger of quelque chose affreuse
happening, parceque j'ai perdue ma humilite d'autre fois et j'ai peur
that I would just break out quelque jour et smash every cup and saucer
dans la maison.
Pardon brievete et paper. Je ne peux pas send des mes nouvelles
parceque je suis dans French class et j'ai peur que Monsieur le
Professeur is going to call on me tout de suite.
He did!
Au revoir,
je vous aime beaucoup.
Judy 30th May
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
Did you ever see this campus? (That is merely a rhetorical question.
Don't let it annoy you.) It is a heavenly spot in May. All the shrubs
are in blossom and the trees are the loveliest young green--even the
old pines look fresh and new. The grass is dotted with yellow
dandelions and hundreds of girls in blue and white and pink dresses.
Everybody is joyous and carefree, for vacation's coming, and with that
to look forward to, examinations don't count.
Isn't that a happy frame of mind to be in? And oh, Daddy! I'm the
happiest of all! Because I'm not in the asylum any more; and I'm not
anybody's nursemaid or typewriter or bookkeeper (I should have been,
you know, except for you).