Wednesday
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
I've changed my name.
I'm still 'Jerusha' in the catalogue, but I'm 'Judy' everywhere else.It's really too bad, isn't it, to have to give yourself the only petname you ever had? I didn't quite make up the Judy though. That'swhat Freddy Perkins used to call me before he could talk plainly.
I wish Mrs. Lippett would use a little more ingenuity about choosingbabies' names. She gets the last names out of the telephonebook--you'll find Abbott on the first page--and she picks the Christiannames up anywhere; she got Jerusha from a tombstone. I've always hatedit; but I rather like Judy. It's such a silly name. It belongs to thekind of girl I'm not--a sweet little blue-eyed thing, petted andspoiled by all the family, who romps her way through life without anycares. Wouldn't it be nice to be like that? Whatever faults I mayhave, no one can ever accuse me of having been spoiled by my family!But it's great fun to pretend I've been. In the future please alwaysaddress me as Judy.
Do you want to know something? I have three pairs of kid gloves. I'vehad kid mittens before from the Christmas tree, but never real kidgloves with five fingers. I take them out and try them on every littlewhile. It's all I can do not to wear them to classes.
(Dinner bell. Goodbye.)