Do you want to know what I look like? Here"s a photograph of all three that Leonora Fenton took.
The light one who is laughing is Sallie, and the tall one with her nose in the air is Julia, and the little one with the hair blowing across her face is Judy--she is really more beautiful than that, but the sun was in her eyes.
"STONE GATE", WORCESTER, Ma.s.s., 31st December
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
I meant to write to you before and thank you for your Christmas cheque, but life in the McBride household is very absorbing, and I don"t seem able to find two consecutive minutes to spend at a desk.
I bought a new gown--one that I didn"t need, but just wanted. My Christmas present this year is from Daddy-Long-Legs; my family just sent love.
I"ve been having the most beautiful vacation visiting Sallie. She lives in a big old-fashioned brick house with white tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs set back from the street--exactly the kind of house that I used to look at so curiously when I was in the John Grier Home, and wonder what it could be like inside. I never expected to see with my own eyes--but here I am! Everything is so comfortable and restful and homelike; I walk from room to room and drink in the furnishings.
It is the most perfect house for children to be brought up in; with shadowy nooks for hide and seek, and open fire places for pop-corn, and an attic to romp in on rainy days and slippery banisters with a comfortable flat k.n.o.b at the bottom, and a great big sunny kitchen, and a nice, fat, sunny cook who has lived in the family thirteen years and always saves out a piece of dough for the children to bake. Just the sight of such a house makes you want to be a child all over again.
And as for families! I never dreamed they could be so nice. Sallie has a father and mother and grandmother, and the sweetest three-year-old baby sister all over curls, and a medium-sized brother who always forgets to wipe his feet, and a big, good-looking brother named Jimmie, who is a junior at Princeton.
We have the jolliest times at the table--everybody laughs and jokes and talks at once, and we don"t have to say grace beforehand. It"s a relief not having to thank Somebody for every mouthful you eat. (I dare say I"m blasphemous; but you"d be, too, if you"d offered as much obligatory thanks as I have.)
Such a lot of things we"ve done--I can"t begin to tell you about them.
Mr. McBride owns a factory and Christmas eve he had a tree for the employees" children. It was in the long packing-room which was decorated with evergreens and holly. Jimmie McBride was dressed as Santa Claus and Sallie and I helped him distribute the presents.
Dear me, Daddy, but it was a funny sensation! I felt as benevolent as a Trustee of the John Grier home. I kissed one sweet, sticky little boy--but I don"t think I patted any of them on the head!
And two days after Christmas, they gave a dance at their own house for ME.
It was the first really true ball I ever attended--college doesn"t count where we dance with girls. I had a new white evening gown (your Christmas present--many thanks) and long white gloves and white satin slippers. The only drawback to my perfect, utter, absolute happiness was the fact that Mrs. Lippett couldn"t see me leading the cotillion with Jimmie McBride. Tell her about it, please, the next time you visit the J. G. H.
Yours ever, Judy Abbott
PS. Would you be terribly displeased, Daddy, if I didn"t turn out to be a Great Author after all, but just a Plain Girl?
6.30, Sat.u.r.day
Dear Daddy,
We started to walk to town today, but mercy! how it poured. I like winter to be winter with snow instead of rain.
Julia"s desirable uncle called again this afternoon--and brought a five-pound box of chocolates. There are advantages, you see, about rooming with Julia.
Our innocent prattle appeared to amuse him and he waited for a later train in order to take tea in the study. We had an awful lot of trouble getting permission. It"s hard enough entertaining fathers and grandfathers, but uncles are a step worse; and as for brothers and cousins, they are next to impossible. Julia had to swear that he was her uncle before a notary public and then have the county clerk"s certificate attached. (Don"t I know a lot of law?) And even then I doubt if we could have had our tea if the Dean had chanced to see how youngish and good-looking Uncle Jervis is.
Anyway, we had it, with brown bread Swiss cheese sandwiches. He helped make them and then ate four. I told him that I had spent last summer at Lock Willow, and we had a beautiful gossipy time about the Semples, and the horses and cows and chickens. All the horses that he used to know are dead, except Grover, who was a baby colt at the time of his last visit--and poor Grove now is so old he can just limp about the pasture.
He asked if they still kept doughnuts in a yellow crock with a blue plate over it on the bottom shelf of the pantry--and they do! He wanted to know if there was still a woodchuck"s hole under the pile of rocks in the night pasture--and there is! Amasai caught a big, fat, grey one there this summer, the twenty-fifth great-grandson of the one Master Jervis caught when he was a little boy.
I called him "Master Jervie" to his face, but he didn"t appear to be insulted. Julia says she has never seen him so amiable; he"s usually pretty unapproachable. But Julia hasn"t a bit of tact; and men, I find, require a great deal. They purr if you rub them the right way and spit if you don"t. (That isn"t a very elegant metaphor. I mean it figuratively.)
We"re reading Marie Bashkirtseff"s journal. Isn"t it amazing? Listen to this: "Last night I was seized by a fit of despair that found utterance in moans, and that finally drove me to throw the dining-room clock into the sea."
It makes me almost hope I"m not a genius; they must be very wearing to have about--and awfully destructive to the furniture.
Mercy! how it keeps Pouring. We shall have to swim to chapel tonight.
Yours ever, Judy
20th Jan.
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
Did you ever have a sweet baby girl who was stolen from the cradle in infancy?
Maybe I am she! If we were in a novel, that would be the denouement, wouldn"t it?
It"s really awfully queer not to know what one is--sort of exciting and romantic. There are such a lot of possibilities. Maybe I"m not American; lots of people aren"t. I may be straight descended from the ancient Romans, or I may be a Viking"s daughter, or I may be the child of a Russian exile and belong by rights in a Siberian prison, or maybe I"m a Gipsy--I think perhaps I am. I have a very WANDERING spirit, though I haven"t as yet had much chance to develop it.
Do you know about that one scandalous blot in my career the time I ran away from the asylum because they punished me for stealing cookies?
It"s down in the books free for any Trustee to read. But really, Daddy, what could you expect? When you put a hungry little nine-year girl in the pantry scouring knives, with the cookie jar at her elbow, and go off and leave her alone; and then suddenly pop in again, wouldn"t you expect to find her a bit crumby? And then when you jerk her by the elbow and box her ears, and make her leave the table when the pudding comes, and tell all the other children that it"s because she"s a thief, wouldn"t you expect her to run away?
I only ran four miles. They caught me and brought me back; and every day for a week I was tied, like a naughty puppy, to a stake in the back yard while the other children were out at recess.
Oh, dear! There"s the chapel bell, and after chapel I have a committee meeting. I"m sorry because I meant to write you a very entertaining letter this time.
Auf wiedersehen Cher Daddy, Pax tibi!
Judy
PS. There"s one thing I"m perfectly sure of I"m not a Chinaman.
4th February
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
Jimmie McBride has sent me a Princeton banner as big as one end of the room; I am very grateful to him for remembering me, but I don"t know what on earth to do with it. Sallie and Julia won"t let me hang it up; our room this year is furnished in red, and you can imagine what an effect we"d have if I added orange and black. But it"s such nice, warm, thick felt, I hate to waste it. Would it be very improper to have it made into a bath robe? My old one shrank when it was washed.
I"ve entirely omitted of late telling you what I am learning, but though you might not imagine it from my letters, my time is exclusively occupied with study. It"s a very bewildering matter to get educated in five branches at once.