THE INFIRMARY 4th April
Dearest Daddy-Long-Legs,
Yesterday evening just towards dark, when I was sitting up in bedlooking out at the rain and feeling awfully bored with life in a greatinstitution, the nurse appeared with a long white box addressed to me,and filled with the LOVELIEST pink rosebuds. And much nicer still, itcontained a card with a very polite message written in a funny littleuphill back hand (but one which shows a great deal of character). Thankyou, Daddy, a thousand times. Your flowers make the first real, truepresent I ever received in my life. If you want to know what a baby Iam I lay down and cried because I was so happy.
Now that I am sure you read my letters, I'll make them much moreinteresting, so they'll be worth keeping in a safe with red tape aroundthem--only please take out that dreadful one and burn it up. I'd hateto think that you ever read it over.
Thank you for making a very sick, cross, miserable Freshman cheerful.Probably you have lots of loving family and friends, and you don't knowwhat it feels like to be alone. But I do.
Goodbye--I'll promise never to be horrid again, because now I knowyou're a real person; also I'll promise never to bother you with anymore questions.
Do you still hate girls?
Yours for ever, Judy