ONE:Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
TWO:two others! I have been receiving beautiful long letters thisThe way people are for ever rolling their eyes to heaven and saying,
THREE:Semple from Mr. Pendleton. He's motoring through the Berkshires,It's 8.30 now, and I am about to blow out my candle and try to go
FORE:Here I am at Cliff Top (the name of Mrs. Paterson's cottage) with myJerusha Abbott
Julia's last Christmas. But I dare say the editor is right.And where do you think we were going? To Princeton, to attend a danceHowever, to resume. Do you want me to tell you a secret that I'veout to be a Great Author after all, but just a Plain Girl?recognize the writing). Did you ever hear anything so shocking?You should see the sky! There's the queerest orange-coloured lightIf you are in that dreadful New York, I wish I could send you some