Perhaps you think, last night being Friday, with no classes today, that
I passed a nice quiet, readable evening with the set of Stevenson that
I bought with my prize money? But if so, you've never attended a
girls' college, Daddy dear. Six friends dropped in to make fudge, and
one of them dropped the fudge--while it was still liquid--right in the
middle of our best rug. We shall never be able to clean up the mess.
I haven't mentioned any lessons of late; but we are still having them
every day. It's sort of a relief though, to get away from them and
discuss life in the large--rather one-sided discussions that you and I
hold, but that's your own fault. You are welcome to answer back any
time you choose.
I've been writing this letter off and on for three days, and I fear by
now vous etes bien bored!
Goodbye, nice Mr. Man,
Judy
Mr. Daddy-Long-Legs Smith,
SIR: Having completed the study of argumentation and the science of
dividing a thesis into heads, I have decided to adopt the following
form for letter-writing. It contains all necessary facts, but no
unnecessary verbiage.
I. We had written examinations this week in:
A. Chemistry.
B. History.
II. A new dormitory is being built.
A. Its material is:
(a) red brick.
(b) grey stone.
B. Its capacity will be:
(a) one dean, five instructors.
(b) two hundred girls.
(c) one housekeeper, three cooks, twenty waitresses,
twenty chambermaids.