Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
This is an extra letter in the middle of the month because I'm ratherlonely tonight. It's awfully stormy. All the lights are out on thecampus, but I drank black coffee and I can't go to sleep.
I had a supper party this evening consisting of Sallie and Julia andLeonora Fenton--and sardines and toasted muffins and salad and fudgeand coffee. Julia said she'd had a good time, but Sallie stayed tohelp wash the dishes.
I might, very usefully, put some time on Latin tonight but, there's nodoubt about it, I'm a very languid Latin scholar. We've finished Livyand De Senectute and are now engaged with De Amicitia (pronounced DamnIcitia).
Should you mind, just for a little while, pretending you are mygrandmother? Sallie has one and Julia and Leonora each two, and theywere all comparing them tonight. I can't think of anything I'd ratherhave; it's such a respectable relationship. So, if you really don'tobject--When I went into town yesterday, I saw the sweetest cap ofCluny lace trimmed with lavender ribbon. I am going to make you apresent of it on your eighty-third birthday.
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That's the clock in the chapel tower striking twelve. I believe I amsleepy after all.
Good night, Granny. I love you dearly. Judy