26th December
My Dear, Dear, Daddy,
Haven't you any sense? Don't you KNOW that you mustn't give one girlseventeen Christmas presents? I'm a Socialist, please remember; do youwish to turn me into a Plutocrat?
Think how embarrassing it would be if we should ever quarrel! I shouldhave to engage a moving-van to return your gifts.
I am sorry that the necktie I sent was so wobbly; I knit it with my ownhands (as you doubtless discovered from internal evidence). You willhave to wear it on cold days and keep your coat buttoned up tight.
Thank you, Daddy, a thousand times. I think you're the sweetest manthat ever lived--and the foolishest!
Judy
Here's a four-leaf clover from Camp McBride to bring you good luck forthe New Year.