3rd OctoberDear Daddy-Long-Legs,
Back at college and a Senior--also editor of the Monthly. It doesn'tseem possible, does it, that so sophisticated a person, just four yearsago, was an inmate of the John Grier Home? We do arrive fast inAmerica!
What do you think of this? A note from Master Jervie directed to LockWillow and forwarded here. He's sorry, but he finds that he can't getup there this autumn; he has accepted an invitation to go yachting withsome friends. Hopes I've had a nice summer and am enjoying the country.
And he knew all the time that I was with the McBrides, for Julia toldhim so! You men ought to leave intrigue to women; you haven't a lightenough touch.
Julia has a trunkful of the most ravishing new clothes--an evening gownof rainbow Liberty crepe that would be fitting raiment for the angelsin Paradise. And I thought that my own clothes this year wereunprecedentedly (is there such a word?) beautiful. I copied Mrs.Paterson's wardrobe with the aid of a cheap dressmaker, and though thegowns didn't turn out quite twins of the originals, I was entirelyhappy until Julia unpacked. But now--I live to see Paris!
Dear Daddy, aren't you glad you're not a girl? I suppose you thinkthat the fuss we make over clothes is too absolutely silly? It is. Nodoubt about it. But it's entirely your fault.
Did you ever hear about the learned Herr Professor who regardedunnecessary adornment with contempt and favoured sensible, utilitarianclothes for women? His wife, who was an obliging creature, adopted'dress reform.' And what do you think he did? He eloped with a chorusgirl.
Yours ever, Judy
PS. The chamber-maid in our corridor wears blue checked ginghamaprons. I am going to get her some brown ones instead, and sink theblue ones in the bottom of the lake. I have a reminiscent chill everytime I look at them.