[Illustration: “NEWS of the MONTH
Judy learns to skate
And to vault a bar (Legs are very difficult.)
Also to slide down a rope
She receives two flunk notes and sheds many tears
But promises to study HARD”]
_Dear Daddy-Long-Legs_,
This is an extra letter in the middle of the month because I’m sort
of lonely to-night. It’s awfully stormy; the snow is beating
against my tower. All the lights are out on the campus, but I drank
black coffee and I can’t go to sleep.
I had a supper party this evening consisting of Sallie and Julia and
Leonora Fenton--and sardines and toasted muffins and salad and fudge
and coffee. Julia said she’d had a good time, but Sallie stayed to
help wash the dishes.
I might, very usefully, put some time on Latin to-night--but,
there’s no doubt about it, I’m a very languid Latin scholar.
We’ve finished Livy and De Senectute and are now engaged with De
Amicitia (pronounced Damn Icitia).
Should you mind, just for a little while, pretending you are my
grandmother? Sallie has one and Julia and Leonora each two, and they
were all comparing them to-night. I can’t think of anything I’d
rather have; it’s such a respectable relationship. So, if you
really don’t object--When I went into town yesterday, I saw the
sweetest cap of Cluny lace trimmed with lavender ribbon. I am going
to make you a present of it on your eighty-third birthday.
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That’s the clock in the chapel tower striking twelve. I believe I
am sleepy after all.
Good night, Granny.