rks of his grimy little hands are frequent! Also in a
corner of the attic there is a water wheel and a windmill and some bows
and arrows. Mrs. Semple talks so constantly about him that I begin to
believe he really lives--not a grown man with a silk hat and walking
stick, but a nice, dirty, tousle-headed boy who clatters up the stairs
with an awful racket, and leaves the screen doors open, and is always
asking for cookies. (And getting them, too, if I know Mrs. Semple!) He
seems to have been an adventurous little soul--and brave and truthful.
I'm sorry to think he is a Pendleton; he was meant for something better.

We're going to begin threshing oats tomorrow; a steam engine is coming
and three extra men.

It grieves me to tell you that Buttercup (the spotted cow with one
horn, Mother of Lesbia) has done a disgraceful thing. She got into the
orchard Friday evening and ate apples under the trees, and ate and ate
until they went to her head. For two days she has been perfectly dead
drunk! That is the truth I am telling. Did you ever hear anything so
scandalous?

Sir,
I remain,
Your affectionate orphan,
Judy Abbott

PS. Indians in the first chapter and highwaymen in the second. I hold
my breath. What can the third contain? 'Red Hawk leapt twenty feet in
the air and bit the dust.' That is the subject of the frontispiece.
Aren't Judy and Jervie having fun?

15th September

Dear Daddy,

I was weighed yesterday on the flour scales in the general store at the
Comers. I've gained nine pounds! Let me recommend Lock Willow as a
health resort.

Yours ever,
Judy

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

Behold me--a Sophomore! I came up last Friday, sorry to leave Lock
Willow, but glad to see the campus again. It is a pleasant sensation
to come back to something familiar. I am beginning to feel at home in
college, and in command of the situation; I am beginning, in fact, to
feel at home in the world--as though I really belonged to it and had
not just crept in on sufferance.

I don't suppose you understand in the least what I am trying to say. A
person important enough to be a Trustee can't appreciate the feelings
of a person unimportant enough to be a foundling.

And now, Daddy, listen to