October 17th.
_Dear Daddy-Long-Legs_,
Supposing the swimming tank in the gymnasium were filled full of
lemon jelly, could a person trying to swim manage to keep on top or
would he sink?
We were having lemon jelly for dessert when the question came up.
We discussed it heatedly for half an hour and it’s still unsettled.
Sallie thinks that she could swim in it, but I am perfectly sure
that the best swimmer in the world would sink. Wouldn’t it be funny
to be drowned in lemon jelly?
Two other problems are engaging the attention of our table.
1st. What shape are the rooms in an octagon house? Some of the girls
insist that they’re square; but I think they’d have to be shaped
like a piece of pie. Don’t you?
2d. Suppose there were a great big hollow sphere made of
looking-glass and you were sitting inside. Where would it stop
reflecting your face and begin reflecting your back? The more one
thinks about this problem, the more puzzling it becomes. You can see
with what deep philosophical reflection we engage our leisure!
Did I ever tell you about the election? It happened three weeks ago,
but so fast do we live, that three weeks is ancient history. Sallie
was elected, and we had a torchlight parade with transparencies
saying, “McBride Forever,” and a band consisting of fourteen pieces
(three mouth organs and eleven combs).
We’re very important persons now in “258.” Julia and I come in for
a great deal of reflected glory. It’s quite a social strain to be
living in the same house with a president.
_Bonne nuit, cher ^Daddy^._
_Acceptez mes compliments,
Très respectueux.
Je suis,
Votre JUDY._
[Illustration: “McBRIDE FOREVER”]
November 12th.
_Dear Daddy-Long-Legs_,
We beat the Freshmen at basket ball yesterday. Of course we’re
pleased--but oh, if we could only beat the Juniors! I’d be willing
to be black and blue all over and stay in bed a week in a
witch-hazel compress.
Sallie has invited me to spend the Christmas vacation with her. She
lives in Worcester, Massachusetts. Wasn’t it nice of her? I shall
love to go. I’ve never been in a private family in my life, except
at Lock Willow, and the Semples were grown-up and old and don’t
count. But the McBrides have a houseful of children (anyway two or
three) and a mother and father and grandmother, and an Angora cat.
It’s a perfectly complete family! Packing your trunk and going away
_is_ more fun than staying behind. I am terribly excited at the
prospect.
Seventh hour--I must run to rehearsal. I’m to be in the
Thanksgiving theatricals. A prince in a tower with a velvet tunic
and yellow curls. Isn’t that a lark?
Yours,