I don’t have to mind any one this summer, do I?
Your nominal authority does n’t annoy me in the least; you are too far away to do any harm. Mrs. Lippett is dead forever, so far as I am concerned, and the Semples are n’t expected to overlook my moral welfare, are they? No, I am sure not. I am entirely grown up. Hooray!
I leave you now to pack a trunk, and three boxes of teakettles and dishes and sofa cushions and books.
Yours ever,
Judy.
P. S. Here is my physiology exam. Do you think you could have passed?
Lock Willow Farm,
Saturday night.
Dearest Daddy-Long-Legs,
I ’ve only just come and I ’m not unpacked, but I can’t wait to tell you how much I like farms. This is a heavenly, heavenly, heavenly spot! The house is square like this: