Queen of Denmark.
March 24th
maybe the 25th.
_Dear Daddy-Long-Legs_,
I don’t believe I can be going to Heaven--I am getting such a lot of
good things here; it wouldn’t be fair to get them hereafter, too.
Listen to what has happened.
Jerusha Abbott has won the short-story contest (a twenty-five dollar
prize) that the _Monthly_ holds every year. And she a Sophomore!
The contestants are mostly Seniors. When I saw my name posted,
I couldn’t quite believe it was true. Maybe I am going to be an
author after all. I wish Mrs. Lippett hadn’t given me such a silly
name--it sounds like an author-ess, doesn’t it?
Also I have been chosen for the spring dramatics--“As You Like It”
out of doors. I am going to be Celia, own cousin to Rosalind.
And lastly: Julia and Sallie and I are going to New York next Friday
to do some spring shopping and stay all night and go to the theater
the next day with “Master Jervie.” He invited us. Julia is going to
stay at home with her family, but Sallie and I are going to stop at
the Martha Washington Hotel. Did you ever hear of anything so
exciting? I’ve never been in a hotel in my life, nor in a theater;
except once when the Catholic Church had a festival and invited the
orphans, but that wasn’t a real play and it doesn’t count.
And what do you think we’re going to see? “Hamlet.” Think of that!
We studied it for four weeks in Shakespeare class and I know it by
heart.