“It was n’t the good Lord at all,” said I, “it was Daddy-Long-Legs.” (Mr. Smith, I called you.)
“But it was the good Lord who put it in his mind,” said she.
“Not at all! I put it in his mind myself,” said I.
But anyway, Daddy, I trust the good Lord will reward you suitably. You deserve ten thousand years out of purgatory.
Yours most gratefully,
Judy Abbott.
Feb. 15th.
May it please Your Most Excellent Majesty:
This morning I did eat my breakfast upon a cold turkey pie and a goose, and I did send for a cup of tee (a china drink) of which I had never drank before.
Don’t be nervous, Daddy—I have n’t lost my mind; I ’m merely quoting Sam’l Pepys. We ’re reading him in connection with English History, original sources. Sallie and Julia and I converse now in the language of 1660. Listen to this: