When I came in from laboratory this afternoon, I found a squirrel sitting on the tea table helping himself to almonds. These are the kind of callers we entertain now that warm weather has come and the window stays open—
Saturday morning.
Perhaps you think, last night being Friday, with no classes to-day, that I passed a nice quiet, readable evening with the set of Stevenson that I bought with my prize money? But if so, you ’ve never attended a girls’ college, Daddy dear. Six friends dropped in to make fudge, and one of them dropped the fudge—while it was still liquid—right in the middle of our best rug. We shall never be able to clean up the mess.
I have n’t mentioned any lessons of late; but we are still having them every day. It ’s sort of a relief though, to get away from them and discuss life in the large—rather one-sided discussions that you and I hold, but that ’s your own fault. You are welcome to answer back any time you choose.
I ’ve been writing this letter off and on for three days, and I fear by now vous êtes bien bored!
Good-by, nice Mr. Man,
Judy.
Mr. Daddy-Long-Legs Smith.
Sir: Having completed the study of argumentation and the science of dividing a thesis into heads, I have decided to adopt the following form for letter-writing. It contains all necessary facts, but no unnecessary verbiage.