Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
We beat the Freshmen at basket ball yesterday. Of course we're
pleased--but oh, if we could only beat the juniors! I'd be willing to
be black and blue all over and stay in bed a week in a witch-hazel
compress.
Sallie has invited me to spend the Christmas vacation with her. She
lives in Worcester, Massachusetts. Wasn't it nice of her? I shall
love to go. I've never been in a private family in my life, except at
Lock Willow, and the Semples were grown-up and old and don't count.
But the McBrides have a houseful of children (anyway two or three) and
a mother and father and grandmother, and an Angora cat. It's a
perfectly complete family! Packing your trunk and going away is more
fun than staying behind. I am terribly excited at the prospect.
Seventh hour--I must run to rehearsal. I'm to be in the Thanksgiving
theatricals. A prince in a tower with a velvet tunic and yellow curls.
Isn't that a lark?
Yours,
J. A.