The Christmas holidays begin next week and the trunks are up. The corridors are so cluttered that you can hardly get through, and everybody is so bubbling over with excitement that studying is getting left out. I ’m going to have a beautiful time in vacation; there ’s another Freshman who lives in Texas staying behind, and we are planning to take long walks and—if there ’s any ice—learn to skate. Then there is still the whole library to be read—and three empty weeks to do it in!
Good-by, Daddy, I hope that you are feeling as happy as I am.
Yours ever,
Judy.
P. S. Don’t forget to answer my question. If you don’t want the trouble of writing, have your secretary telegraph. He can just say:
Mr. Smith is quite bald,
or
Mr. Smith is not bald,
or
Mr. Smith has white hair.
And you can deduct the twenty-five cents out of my allowance.
Good-by till January—and a merry Christmas!
Toward the end of
the Christmas vacation.
Exact date unknown.
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,