Daddy Long Legs

I can't imagine any joy in life greater than sitting down in front of a

mirror and buying any hat you choose without having first to consider

the price! There's no doubt about it, Daddy; New York would rapidly

undermine this fine stoical character which the John Grier Home so

patiently built up.

And after we'd finished our shopping, we met Master Jervie at Sherry's.

I suppose you've been in Sherry's? Picture that, then picture the

dining-room of the John Grier Home with its oilcloth-covered tables,

and white crockery that you CAN'T break, and wooden-handled knives and

forks; and fancy the way I felt!

I ate my fish with the wrong fork, but the waiter very kindly gave me

another so that nobody noticed.

And after luncheon we went to the theatre--it was dazzling, marvellous,

unbelievable--I dream about it every night.

Isn't Shakespeare wonderful?

Hamlet is so much better on the stage than when we analyze it in class;

I appreciated it before, but now, clear me!

I think, if you don't mind, that I'd rather be an actress than a

writer. Wouldn't you like me to leave college and go into a dramatic

school? And then I'll send you a box for all my performances, and

smile at you across the footlights. Only wear a red rose in your

buttonhole, please, so I'll surely smile at the right man. It would be

an awfully embarrassing mistake if I picked out the wrong one.

We came back Saturday night and had our dinner in the train, at little

tables with pink lamps and negro waiters. I never heard of meals being

served in trains before, and I inadvertently said so.

'Where on earth were you brought up?' said Julia to me.

'In a village,' said I meekly, to Julia.

'But didn't you ever travel?' said she to me.

'Not till I came to college, and then it was only a hundred and sixty

miles and we didn't eat,' said I to her.

She's getting quite interested in me, because I say such funny things.

I try hard not to, but they do pop out when I'm surprised--and I'm

surprised most of the time. It's a dizzying experience, Daddy, to pass

eighteen years in the John Grier Home, and then suddenly to be plunged

into the WORLD.

But I'm getting acclimated. I don't make such awful mistakes as I did;

and I don't feel uncomfortable any more with the other girls. I used

to squirm whenever people looked at me. I felt as though they saw

right through my sham new clothes to the checked ginghams underneath.

But I'm not letting the ginghams bother me any more. Sufficient unto

yesterday is the evil thereof.