bles in the world!

17th May

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

This is going to be extremely short because my shoulder aches at the
sight of a pen. Lecture notes all day, immortal novel all evening,
make too much writing.

Commencement three weeks from next Wednesday. I think you might come
and make my acquaintance--I shall hate you if you don't! Julia's
inviting Master Jervie, he being her family, and Sallie's inviting
Jimmie McB., he being her family, but who is there for me to invite?
Just you and Lippett, and I don't want her. Please come.

Yours, with love and writer's cramp.
Judy

LOCK WILLOW,
19th June

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

I'm educated! My diploma is in the bottom bureau drawer with my two
best dresses. Commencement was as usual, with a few showers at vital
moments. Thank you for your rosebuds. They were lovely. Master
Jervie and Master Jimmie both gave me roses, too, but I left theirs in
the bath tub and carried yours in the class procession.

Here I am at Lock Willow for the summer--for ever maybe. The board is
cheap; the surroundings quiet and conducive to a literary life. What
more does a struggling author wish? I am mad about my book. I think
of it every waking moment, and dream of it at night. All I want is
peace and quiet and lots of time to work (interspersed with nourishing
meals).

Master Jervie is coming up for a week or so in August, and Jimmie
McBride is going to drop in sometime through the summer. He's
connected with a bond house now, and goes about the country selling
bonds to banks. He's going to combine the 'Farmers' National' at the
Corners and me on the same trip.

You see that Lock Willow isn't entirely lacking in society. I'd be
expecting to have you come motoring through--only I know now that that
is hopeless. When you wouldn't come to my commencement, I tore you
from my heart and buried you for ever.

Judy Abbott, A.B.

24th July

Dearest Daddy-Long-Legs,

Isn't it fun to work--or don't you ever do it? It's especially fun
when your kind of work is the thing you'd rather do more than anything
else in the world. I've been writing as fast as my pen would go every
day th