June 2d.
_Dear Daddy-Long-Legs_,
You will never guess the nice thing that has happened.
The McBrides have asked me to spend the summer at their camp in the
Adirondacks! They belong to a sort of club on a lovely little lake
in the middle of the woods. The different members have houses made
of logs dotted about among the trees, and they go canoeing on the
lake, and take long walks through trails to other camps, and have
dances once a week in the club house--Jimmie McBride is going to
have a college friend visiting him part of the summer, so you see we
shall have plenty of men to dance with.
Wasn’t it sweet of Mrs. McBride to ask me? It appears that she
liked me when I was there for Christmas.
Please excuse this being short. It isn’t a real letter; it’s just
to let you know that I’m disposed of for the summer.
Yours,
In a _very_ contented frame of mind,