April 24th.
_Dear Daddy_,
Spring has come again! You should see how lovely the campus is.
I think you might come and look at it for yourself. Master Jervie
dropped in again last Friday--but he chose a most unpropitious time,
for Sallie and Julia and I were just running to catch a train. And
where do you think we were going? To Princeton, to attend a dance
and a ball game, if you please! I didn’t ask you if I might go,
because I had a feeling that your secretary would say no. But it was
entirely regular; we had leave-of-absence from college, and Mrs.
McBride chaperoned us. We had a charming time--but I shall have to
omit details; they are too many and complicated.
Saturday.
[Illustration]
Up before dawn! The night watchman called us--six of us--and we made
coffee in a chafing dish (you never saw so many grounds!) and walked
two miles to the top of One Tree Hill to see the sun rise. We had to
scramble up the last slope! The sun almost beat us! And perhaps you
think we didn’t bring back appetites to breakfast!
Dear me, Daddy, I seem to have a very ejaculatory style to-day; this
page is peppered with exclamations.
[Illustration: “This is Prexy’s kitten. You can see from the
picture how Angora he is.”]
I meant to have written a lot about the budding trees and the new
cinder path in the athletic field, and the awful lesson we have in
biology for to-morrow, and the new canoes on the lake, and Catherine
Prentiss who has pneumonia, and Prexy’s Angora kitten that strayed
from home and has been boarding in Fergussen Hall for two weeks
until a chambermaid reported it, and about my three new
dresses--white and pink and blue polka dots with a hat to match--but
I am too sleepy. I am always making this an excuse, am I not? But a
girl’s college is a busy place and we do get tired by the end of the
day! Particularly when the day begins at dawn.
Affectionately,