Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
Listen to what I"ve learned to-day.
The area of the convex surface of the frustum of a regular pyramid is half the product of the sum of the perimeters of its bases by the alt.i.tude of either of its trapezoids.
It doesn"t sound true, but it is--I can prove it!
You"ve never heard about my clothes, have you, Daddy? Six dresses, all new and beautiful and bought for me--not handed down from somebody bigger. Perhaps you don"t realize what a climax that marks in the career of an orphan? You gave them to me, and I am very, very, VERY much obliged. It"s a fine thing to be educated--but nothing compared to the dizzying experience of owning six new dresses. Miss Pritchard, who is on the visiting committee, picked them out--not Mrs. Lippett, thank goodness. I have an evening dress, pink mull over silk (I"m perfectly beautiful in that), and a blue church dress, and a dinner dress of red veiling with Oriental tr.i.m.m.i.n.g (makes me look like a Gipsy), and another of rose-coloured challis, and a grey street suit, and an every-day dress for cla.s.ses. That wouldn"t be an awfully big wardrobe for Julia Rutledge Pendleton, perhaps, but for Jerusha Abbott--Oh, my!
I suppose you"re thinking now what a frivolous, shallow little beast she is, and what a waste of money to educate a girl?
But, Daddy, if you"d been dressed in checked ginghams all your life, you"d appreciate how I feel. And when I started to the high school, I entered upon another period even worse than the checked ginghams.
The poor box.
You can"t know how I dreaded appearing in school in those miserable poor-box dresses. I was perfectly sure to be put down in cla.s.s next to the girl who first owned my dress, and she would whisper and giggle and point it out to the others. The bitterness of wearing your enemies"
cast-off clothes eats into your soul. If I wore silk stockings for the rest of my life, I don"t believe I could obliterate the scar.
LATEST WAR BULLETIN!
News from the Scene of Action.
At the fourth watch on Thursday the 13th of November, Hannibal routed the advance guard of the Romans and led the Carthaginian forces over the mountains into the plains of Casilinum. A cohort of light armed Numidians engaged the infantry of Quintus Fabius Maximus. Two battles and light skirmishing. Romans repulsed with heavy losses.
I have the honour of being, Your special correspondent from the front, J. Abbott
PS. I know I"m not to expect any letters in return, and I"ve been warned not to bother you with questions, but tell me, Daddy, just this once--are you awfully old or just a little old? And are you perfectly bald or just a little bald? It is very difficult thinking about you in the abstract like a theorem in geometry.
Given a tall rich man who hates girls, but is very generous to one quite impertinent girl, what does he look like?
R.S.V.P.
19th December
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
You never answered my question and it was very important.
ARE YOU BALD?
I have it planned exactly what you look like--very satisfactorily--until I reach the top of your head, and then I AM stuck. I can"t decide whether you have white hair or black hair or sort of sprinkly grey hair or maybe none at all.
Here is your portrait:
But the problem is, shall I add some hair?
Would you like to know what colour your eyes are? They"re grey, and your eyebrows stick out like a porch roof (beetling, they"re called in novels), and your mouth is a straight line with a tendency to turn down at the corners. Oh, you see, I know! You"re a snappy old thing with a temper.
(Chapel bell.)
9.45 p.m.
I have a new unbreakable rule: never, never to study at night no matter how many written reviews are coming in the morning. Instead, I read just plain books--I have to, you know, because there are eighteen blank years behind me. You wouldn"t believe, Daddy, what an abyss of ignorance my mind is; I am just realizing the depths myself. The things that most girls with a properly a.s.sorted family and a home and friends and a library know by absorption, I have never heard of. For example:
I never read Mother Goose or David Copperfield or Ivanhoe or Cinderella or Blue Beard or Robinson Crusoe or Jane Eyre or Alice in Wonderland or a word of Rudyard Kipling. I didn"t know that Henry the Eighth was married more than once or that Sh.e.l.ley was a poet. I didn"t know that people used to be monkeys and that the Garden of Eden was a beautiful myth. I didn"t know that R. L. S. stood for Robert Louis Stevenson or that George Eliot was a lady. I had never seen a picture of the "Mona Lisa" and (it"s true but you won"t believe it) I had never heard of Sherlock Holmes.
Now, I know all of these things and a lot of others besides, but you can see how much I need to catch up. And oh, but it"s fun! I look forward all day to evening, and then I put an "engaged" on the door and get into my nice red bath robe and furry slippers and pile all the cushions behind me on the couch, and light the bra.s.s student lamp at my elbow, and read and read and read one book isn"t enough. I have four going at once. Just now, they"re Tennyson"s poems and Vanity Fair and Kipling"s Plain Tales and--don"t laugh--Little Women. I find that I am the only girl in college who wasn"t brought up on Little Women. I haven"t told anybody though (that WOULD stamp me as queer). I just quietly went and bought it with $1.12 of my last month"s allowance; and the next time somebody mentions pickled limes, I"ll know what she is talking about!
(Ten o"clock bell. This is a very interrupted letter.)
Sat.u.r.day
Sir,
I have the honour to report fresh explorations in the field of geometry. On Friday last we abandoned our former works in parallelopipeds and proceeded to truncated prisms. We are finding the road rough and very uphill.
Sunday
The Christmas holidays begin next week and the trunks are up. The corridors are so filled up 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!
Goodbye, Daddy, I hope that you are feeling as happy as am.
Yours ever, Judy
PS. 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.
Goodbye till January--and a merry Christmas!