I ’ve just been reading this letter over and it sounds pretty un-cheerful. But can’t you guess that I have a special topic due Monday morning and a review in geometry and a very sneezy cold?
Sunday.
I forgot to mail this yesterday so I will add an indignant postscript. We had a bishop this morning, and what do you think he said?
“The most beneficent promise made us in the Bible is this, ‘The poor ye have always with you.’ They were put here in order to keep us charitable.”
The poor, please observe, being a sort of useful domestic animal. If I had n’t grown into such a perfect lady, I should have gone up after service and told him what I thought.
October 25th.
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
I ’ve made the basket-ball team and you ought to see the bruise on my left shoulder. It ’s blue and mahogany with little streaks of orange. Julia Pendleton tried for the team, but she did n’t make it. Hooray!
You see what a mean disposition I have.
College gets nicer and nicer. I like the girls and the teachers and the classes and the campus and the things to eat. We have ice-cream twice a week and we never have corn-meal mush.