Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
I've just a moment, because I must attend two classes, pack a trunk and
a suit-case, and catch the four-o'clock train--but I couldn't go
without sending a word to let you know how much I appreciate my
Christmas box.
I love the furs and the necklace and the Liberty scarf and the gloves
and handkerchiefs and books and purse--and most of all I love you! But
Daddy, you have no business to spoil me this way. I'm only human--and
a girl at that. How can I keep my mind sternly fixed on a studious
career, when you deflect me with such worldly frivolities?
I have strong suspicions now as to which one of the John Grier Trustees
used to give the Christmas tree and the Sunday ice-cream. He was
nameless, but by his works I know him! You deserve to be happy for all
the good things you do.
Goodbye, and a very merry Christmas.
Yours always,
Judy
PS. I am sending a slight token, too. Do you think you would like her
if you knew her?