Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
You should see the way this college is studying! We've forgotten we
ever had a vacation. Fifty-seven irregular verbs have I introduced to
my brain in the past four days--I'm only hoping they'll stay till after
examinations.
Some of the girls sell their text-books when they're through with them,
but I intend to keep mine. Then after I've graduated I shall have my
whole education in a row in the bookcase, and when I need to use any
detail, I can turn to it without the slightest hesitation. So much
easier and more accurate than trying to keep it in your head.
Julia Pendleton dropped in this evening to pay a social call, and
stayed a solid hour. She got started on the subject of family, and I
COULDN'T switch her off. She wanted to know what my mother's maiden
name was--did you ever hear such an impertinent question to ask of a
person from a foundling asylum? I didn't have the courage to say I
didn't know, so I just miserably plumped on the first name I could
think of, and that was Montgomery. Then she wanted to know whether I
belonged to the Massachusetts Montgomerys or the Virginia Montgomerys.
Her mother was a Rutherford. The family came over in the ark, and were
connected by marriage with Henry the VIII. On her father's side they
date back further than Adam. On the topmost branches of her family
tree there's a superior breed of monkeys with very fine silky hair and
extra long tails.
I meant to write you a nice, cheerful, entertaining letter tonight, but
I'm too sleepy--and scared. The Freshman's lot is not a happy one.
Yours, about to be examined,
Judy Abbott