The Christmas holidays begin next week and the trunks are up. The
corridors are so filled up that you can hardly get through, and
everybody is so bubbling over with excitement that studying is getting
left out. I'm going to have a beautiful time in vacation; there's
another Freshman who lives in Texas staying behind, and we are planning
to take long walks and if there's any ice--learn to skate. Then there
is still the whole library to be read--and three empty weeks to do it
in!
Goodbye, Daddy, I hope that you are feeling as happy as I am.
Yours ever,
Judy
PS. Don't forget to answer my question. If you don't want the trouble
of writing, have your secretary telegraph. He can just say:
Mr. Smith is quite bald,
or
Mr. Smith is not bald,
or
Mr. Smith has white hair.
And you can deduct the twenty-five cents out of my allowance.
Goodbye till January--and a merry Christmas!
Towards the end of
the Christmas vacation.
Exact date unknown
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is
draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns.
It's late afternoon--the sun is just setting (a cold yellow colour)
behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using
the last light to write to you.
Your five gold pieces were a surprise! I'm not used to receiving
Christmas presents. You have already given me such lots of
things--everything I have, you know--that I don't quite feel that I
deserve extras. But I like them just the same. Do you want to know
what I bought with my money?
I. A silver watch in a leather case to wear on my wrist and get me to
recitations in time.