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I donāt believe I can be going to HeavenāI am getting such a lot of good things here; it wouldnāt be fair to get them hereafter too. Listen to what has happened.
Jerusha Abbott has won the short-story contest (a twenty-five dollar prize) that the Monthly holds every year. And sheās a Sophomore! The contestants are mostly Seniors. When I saw my name posted, I couldnāt quite believe it was true. Maybe I am going to be an author after all. I wish Mrs. Lippett hadnāt given me such a silly nameā it sounds like an author-ess, doesnāt it?
Also I have been chosen for the spring dramaticsāAs You Like It out of doors. I am going to be Celia, own cousin to Rosalind.
And lastly: Julia and Sallie and I are going to New York next Friday to do some spring shopping and stay all night and go to the theatre the next day with `Master Jervie.ā He invited us. Julia is going to stay at home with her family, but Sallie and I are going to stop at the Martha Washington Hotel. Did you ever hear of anything so exciting? Iāve never been in a hotel in my life, nor in a theatre; except once when the Catholic Church had a festival and invited the orphans, but that wasnāt a real play and it doesnāt count.
And what do you think weāre going to see? Hamlet. Think of that! We studied it for four weeks in Shakespeare class and I know it by heart.
I am so excited over all these prospects that I can scarcely sleep.
Goodbye, Daddy.
This is a very entertaining world. Yours ever, Judy
PS. Iāve just looked at the calendar. Itās the 28th.
Another postscript.
I saw a street car conductor today with one brown eye and one blue. Wouldnāt he make a nice villain for a detective story?
7th April Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,Mercy! Isnāt New York big? Worcester is nothing to it. Do you mean to tell me that you actually live in all that confusion? I donāt believe that I shall recover for months from the bewildering effect of two days of it. I canāt begin to tell you all the amazing things Iāve seen; I suppose you know, though, since you live there yourself.
But arenāt the streets entertaining? And the people? And the shops? I never saw such lovely things as there are in the windows. It makes you want to devote your life to wearing clothes.
Sallie and Julia and I went shopping together Saturday morning. Julia went into the very most gorgeous place I ever saw, white and gold walls and blue carpets and blue silk curtains and gilt chairs. A perfectly beautiful lady with yellow hair and a long black silk trailing gown came to meet us with a welcoming smile. I thought we were paying a social call, and started to shake hands, but it seems we were only buying hatsāat least Julia was. She sat down in front of a mirror and tried on a dozen, each lovelier than the last, and bought the two loveliest of all.
I canāt imagine any joy in life greater than sitting down in front of a mirror and buying any hat you choose without having first to consider the price! Thereās no doubt about it, Daddy; New York would rapidly undermine this fine stoical character which the John Grier Home so patiently built up.
And after weād finished our shopping, we met Master Jervie at Sherryās. I suppose youāve been in Sherryās? Picture that, then picture the dining-room of the John Grier Home with its oilcloth-covered tables, and white crockery that you CANāT break, and wooden-handled knives and forks; and fancy the way I felt!
I ate my fish with the wrong fork, but the waiter very kindly gave me another so that nobody noticed.
And after luncheon we went to the theatreāit was dazzling, marvellous, unbelievableāI dream about it every night.
Isnāt Shakespeare wonderful?
Hamlet is so much better on the stage than when we analyze it in class; I appreciated it before, but now, clear me!
I think, if you donāt mind, that Iād rather be an actress than a writer. Wouldnāt you like me to leave college and go into a dramatic school? And then Iāll send you a box for all my performances, and smile at you across the footlights. Only wear a red rose in your buttonhole, please, so Iāll surely smile at the right man. It would be an awfully embarrassing mistake if I picked out the wrong one.
We came back Saturday night and had our dinner in the train, at little tables with pink lamps and negro waiters. I never heard of meals being served in trains before, and I inadvertently said so.
`Where on earth were you brought up?ā said Julia to me.
`In a village,ā said I meekly, to Julia.
`But didnāt you ever travel?ā said she to me.
`Not till I came to college, and then it was only a hundred and sixty miles and we didnāt eat,ā said I to her.
Sheās getting quite interested in me, because I say such funny things. I try hard not to, but they do pop out when Iām surprisedā and Iām surprised most of the time. Itās a dizzying experience, Daddy, to pass eighteen years in the John Grier Home, and then suddenly to be plunged into the WORLD.
But Iām getting acclimated. I donāt make such awful mistakes as I did; and I donāt feel uncomfortable any more with the other girls. I used to squirm whenever people looked at me. I felt as though they saw right through my sham new clothes to the checked ginghams underneath. But Iām not letting the ginghams bother me any more. Sufficient unto yesterday is the evil thereof.
I forgot to tell you about our flowers. Master Jervie gave us each a big bunch of violets and lilies-of-the-valley. Wasnāt that sweet of him? I never used to care much for menājudging by Trusteesā but Iām changing my mind.
Eleven pagesāthis is a letter! Have courage. Iām going to stop. Yours always, Judy
10th April Dear Mr. Rich-Man,
Hereās your cheque for fifty dollars. Thank you very much, but I do not feel that I can keep it. My allowance is sufficient to afford all of the hats that I need. I am sorry that I wrote all that silly stuff about the millinery shop; itās just that I had never seen anything like it before.
However, I wasnāt begging! And I would rather not accept any more charity than I have to. Sincerely yours, Jerusha Abbott
11th AprilDearest Daddy,
Will you please forgive me for the letter I wrote you yesterday? After I posted it I was sorry, and tried to get it back, but that beastly mail clerk wouldnāt give it back to me.
Itās the middle of the night now; Iāve been awake for hours thinking what a Worm I amāwhat a Thousand-legged Wormā and thatās the worst I can say! Iāve closed the door very softly into the study so as not to wake Julia and Sallie, and am sitting up in bed writing to you on paper torn out of my history note-book.
I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry I was so impolite about your cheque. I know you meant it kindly, and I think youāre an old dear to take so much trouble for such a silly thing as a hat. I ought to have returned it very much more graciously.
But in any case, I had to return it. Itās different with me than with other girls. They can take things naturally from people. They have fathers and brothers and aunts and uncles; but I canāt be on any such relations with any one. I like to pretend that you belong to me, just to play with the idea, but of course I know you donāt. Iām alone, reallyāwith my back to the wall fighting the worldā and I get sort of gaspy when I think about it. I put it out of my mind, and keep on pretending; but donāt you see, Daddy? I canāt accept any more money than I have to, because some day I shall be wanting to pay it back, and even as great an author as I intend to be wonāt be able to face a PERFECTLY TREMENDOUS debt.
Iād love pretty hats and things, but I mustnāt mortgage the future to pay for them.
Youāll forgive me, wonāt you, for being so rude? I have an awful habit of writing impulsively when I first think things, and then posting the letter beyond recall. But if I sometimes seem thoughtless and ungrateful, I never mean it. In my heart I thank you always for the life and freedom and independence that you have given me. My childhood was just a long, sullen stretch of revolt, and now I am so happy every moment of the day that I canāt believe itās true. I feel like a made-up heroine in a story-book.
Itās a quarter past two. Iām going to tiptoe out to post this off now. Youāll receive it in the next mail after the other; so you wonāt have a very long time to think bad of me. Good night, Daddy, I love you always, Judy
4th May Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,Field Day last Saturday. It was a very spectacular occasion. First we had a parade of all the classes, with everybody dressed in white linen, the Seniors carrying blue and gold Japanese umbrellas, and the juniors white and yellow banners. Our class had crimson balloonsā very fetching, especially as they were always getting loose and floating offāand the Freshmen wore green tissue-paper hats with long streamers. Also we had a band in blue uniforms hired from town. Also about a dozen funny people, like downs in a circus, to keep the spectators entertained between events.
Julia was dressed as a fat country man with a linen duster and whiskers and baggy umbrella. Patsy Moriarty (Patrici really. Did you ever hear such a name? Mrs. Lippett couldnāt have done better) who is tall and thin was Juliaās wife in a absurd green bonnet over one ear. Waves of laughter followed them the whole length of the course. Julia played the part extremely well. I never dreamed that a Pendleton could display so much comedy spiritā begging Master Jervieā pardon; I donāt consider him a true Pendleton though, an more than I consider you a true Trustee.
Sallie and I werenāt in the parade because we were entered for the events. And what do you think? We both won! At least in something. We tried for the running broad jump and lost; but Sallie won the pole-vaulting (seven feet three inches) and I won the fifty-yard sprint (eight seconds).
I was pretty panting at the end, but it was great fun, with the whole class waving balloons and cheering and yelling:
Whatās the matter with Judy Abbott? Sheās all right. Whoās all right? Judy Ab-bott!
That, Daddy, is true fame. Then trotting back to the dressing tent and being rubbed down with alcohol and having a lemon to suck. You see weāre very professional. Itās a fine thing to win an event for your class, because the class that wins the most gets the athletic cup for the year. The Seniors
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