Gene Webster Fullscreen Long-legged uncle (1912)

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Should you mind, just for a little while, pretending you are my grandmother?

Sallie has one and Julia and Leonora each two, and they were all comparing them tonight.

I can't think of anything I'd rather have; it's such a respectable relationship.

So, if you really don't object—When I went into town yesterday, I saw the sweetest cap of Cluny lace trimmed with lavender ribbon.

I am going to make you a present of it on your eighty-third birthday.

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That's the clock in the chapel tower striking twelve.

I believe I am sleepy after all.

Good night, Granny.

I love you dearly.

Judy

The Ides of March

Dear D.-L.-L.,

I am studying Latin prose composition.

I have been studying it.

I shall be studying it.

I shall be about to have been studying it.

My re-examination comes the 7th hour next Tuesday, and I am going to pass or BUST.

So you may expect to hear from me next, whole and happy and free from conditions, or in fragments.

I will write a respectable letter when it's over.

Tonight I have a pressing engagement with the Ablative Absolute.

Yours—in evident haste J. A.

26th March

Mr. D.-L.-L. Smith,

SIR: You never answer any questions; you never show the slightest interest in anything I do.

You are probably the horridest one of all those horrid Trustees, and the reason you are educating me is, not because you care a bit about me, but from a sense of Duty.

I don't know a single thing about you.

I don't even know your name.

It is very uninspiring writing to a Thing.

I haven't a doubt but that you throw my letters into the waste-basket without reading them.

Hereafter I shall write only about work.

My re-examinations in Latin and geometry came last week.

I passed them both and am now free from conditions.

Yours truly, Jerusha Abbott

2nd April

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

I am a BEAST.

Please forget about that dreadful letter I sent you last week—I was feeling terribly lonely and miserable and sore-throaty the night I wrote.

I didn't know it, but I was just sickening for tonsillitis and grippe and lots of things mixed.

I'm in the infirmary now, and have been here for six days; this is the first time they would let me sit up and have a pen and paper. The head nurse is very bossy.

But I've been thinking about it all the time and I shan't get well until you forgive me.

Here is a picture of the way I look, with a bandage tied around my head in rabbit's ears.

Doesn't that arouse your sympathy?

I am having sublingual gland swelling.

And I've been studying physiology all the year without ever hearing of sublingual glands.

How futile a thing is education!

I can't write any more; I get rather shaky when I sit up too long.

Please forgive me for being impertinent and ungrateful.

I was badly brought up.

Yours with love, Judy Abbott