Corners wouldn't have anything to do
with them in spite of the fact that they pay six per cent. interest
and sometimes seven. I think he'll end up by going home to Worcester
and taking a job in his father's factory. He's too open and confiding
and kind-hearted ever to make a successful financier. But to be the
manager of a flourishing overall factory is a very desirable position,
don't you think? Just now he turns up his nose at overalls, but he'll
come to them.

I hope you appreciate the fact that this is a long letter from a person
with writer's cramp. But I still love you, Daddy dear, and I'm very
happy. With beautiful scenery all about, and lots to eat and a
comfortable four-post bed and a ream of blank paper and a pint of
ink--what more does one want in the world?

Yours as always,
Judy

PS. The postman arrives with some more news. We are to expect Master
Jervie on Friday next to spend a week. That's a very pleasant
prospect--only I am afraid my poor book will suffer. Master Jervie is
very demanding.

27th August

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

Where are you, I wonder?

I never know what part of the world you are in, but I hope you're not
in New York during this awful weather. I hope you're on a mountain
peak (but not in Switzerland; somewhere nearer) looking at the snow and
thinking about me. Please be thinking about me. I'm quite lonely and
I want to be thought about. Oh, Daddy, I wish I knew you! Then when
we were unhappy we could cheer each other up.

I don't think I can stand much more of Lock Willow. I'm thinking of
moving. Sallie is going to do settlement work in Boston next winter.
Don't you think it would be nice for me to go with her, then we could
have a studio together? I would write while she SETTLED and we could
be together in the evenings. Evenings are very long when there's no
one but the Semples and Carrie and Amasai to talk to. I know in
advance that you won't like my studio idea. I can read your
secretary's letter now:

'Miss Jerusha Abbott.
'DEAR MADAM,

'Mr. Smith prefers that you remain at Lock Willow.
'Yours truly,
'ELMER H. GRIGGS.'

I hate your secretary. I am certain that a man named Elmer H. Griggs
must be horrid. But truly, Daddy, I think I shall have to go to
Boston. I can't s