Daddy Long Legs

You'll forgive me, won't you, for being so rude? I have an awful habit

of writing impulsively when I first think things, and then posting the

letter beyond recall. But if I sometimes seem thoughtless and

ungrateful, I never mean it. In my heart I thank you always for the

life and freedom and independence that you have given me. My childhood

was just a long, sullen stretch of revolt, and now I am so happy every

moment of the day that I can't believe it's true. I feel like a

made-up heroine in a story-book.

It's a quarter past two. I'm going to tiptoe out to post this off now.

You'll receive it in the next mail after the other; so you won't have a

very long time to think bad of me.

Good night, Daddy,

I love you always,

Judy

4th May

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

Field Day last Saturday. It was a very spectacular occasion. First we

had a parade of all the classes, with everybody dressed in white linen,

the Seniors carrying blue and gold Japanese umbrellas, and the juniors

white and yellow banners. Our class had crimson balloons--very

fetching, especially as they were always getting loose and floating

off--and the Freshmen wore green tissue-paper hats with long streamers.

Also we had a band in blue uniforms hired from town. Also about a

dozen funny people, like clowns in a circus, to keep the spectators

entertained between events.

Julia was dressed as a fat country man with a linen duster and whiskers

and baggy umbrella. Patsy Moriarty (Patrici really. Did you ever hear

such a name? Mrs. Lippett couldn't have done better) who is tall and

thin was Julia's wife in a absurd green bonnet over one ear. Waves of

laughter followed them the whole length of the course. Julia played

the part extremely well. I never dreamed that a Pendleton could

display so much comedy spirit--begging Master Jervie' pardon; I don't

consider him a true Pendleton though, any more than I consider you a

true Trustee.

Sallie and I weren't in the parade because we were entered for the

events. And what do you think? We both won! At least in something.

We tried for the running broad jump and lost; but Sallie won the

pole-vaulting (seven feet three inches) and I won the fifty-yard sprint

(eight seconds).

I was pretty panting at the end, but it was great fun, with the whole

class waving balloons and cheering and yelling: What's the matter with Judy Abbott?

She's all right.

Who's all right?

Judy Ab-bott!

That, Daddy, is true fame. Then trotting back to the dressing tent and

being rubbed down with alcohol and having a lemon to suck. You see

we're very professional. It's a fine thing to win an event for your

class, because the class that wins the most gets the athletic cup for

the year. The Seniors won it this year, with seven events to their

credit. The athletic association gave a dinner in the gymnasium to all

of the winners. We had fried soft-shell crabs, and chocolate ice-cream

moulded in the shape of basket balls.