So you see, Daddy, my education progresses!

Don’t you really think that I ought to be an artist instead of an author?

Vacation will be over in two days and I shall be glad to see the girls again.  My tower is just a trifle lonely; when nine people occupy a house that was built for four hundred, they do rattle around a bit.

Eleven pages—­poor Daddy, you must be tired!  I meant this to be just a short little thank-you note—­but when I get started I seem to have a ready pen.

Goodbye, and thank you for thinking of me—­I should be perfectly
happy except for one little threatening cloud on the horizon. 
Examinations come in February. 
                                   Yours with love,
          
                                         Judy

PS.  Maybe it isn’t proper to send love?  If it isn’t, please excuse.  But I must love somebody and there’s only you and Mrs. Lippett to choose between, so you see—­you’ll have to put up with it, Daddy dear, because I can’t love her.

On the Eve
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

Sunday
Dearest Daddy-Long-Legs,

I have some awful, awful, awful news to tell you, but I won’t begin with it; I’ll try to get you in a good humour first.