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To Mr. Daddy-Long-legs Smith

 

 October 1st

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

     I love college and I love you for sending meI¡¦m very, very happy, and so excited every moment of the time that I can scarcely sleep.  You can¡¦t imagine how different it is from the John Grier Home.  I never dreamed there was such a place in the world.  I¡¦, feeling sorry for everybody who isn¡¦t a girl and how can¡¦t come here; I an sure the college you attended when you were a boy couldn¡¦t have been so nice. 

     My room is up in a tower that used to be the contagious ward before they built the new infirmary.  There are three other girls on he same floor of he towera senior, who wears spectacles and is always asking  us please to be a little more quiet, and two freshmen named Sallie McBride and Julia Rutledge Pendleton.  Sallie has red hairand a turn-up nose and is quite friendly; Julia comes from one of the first families[¦Wªù±æ±Ú] in New York and hasn¡¦t noticed me yet.  They room together[¦P¦í¤@«Ç] and the senior and I have singles.  Usually freshmen can¡¦t get singles; they are very scarce, but I got one without even asking.  I suppose the registrar didn¡¦t think it would be right to ask a properly brought-up girl to room with a foundling.  You see there are advantages!

     My room is on the northwest corner with two windows and a view.  After you¡¦ve lived in a ward for eighteen years with twenty roommates, it is restful to be alone.  This is the first chance I¡¦ve ever had to get acquainted with Jerusha Abbott.  I think I¡¦m going to like her.

     Do you think you are?

Tuesday

    They are organizing the freshman basketball team and there¡¦s just a chance that I shall make it.  I¡¦m little of course, buy terribly quick and wiry and tough.  While the others are hopping about in the air, I can dodge under their feet and grab the ball.  It¡¦s loads of fun practicingout in the athletic field in the afternoon with the trees all red and yellow and the air full of the smell of burning leaves, and everybody laughing and shouting.  These are the happiest girls I ever sawand I am the happiest of all!

     I meant to write a long letter and tell you all the things I¡¦m learning (Mrs. Lippett said you wanted to know) but 7th hour has just rung, and in ten minutes I¡¦m due at the athletic field in gymnasium clothes.  Don¡¦t you hope I¡¦ll make the team?

 

 

 

 

Yours always,

Jerusha Abbott

 

 

 

 

P.S.     (9 o¡¦clock)

     Sallie McBride just poked her head in at my door.  This is what she said:

     ¡§I¡¦m so homesick that I simply can¡¦t stand it.  Do you feel that way?¡¨

     I smiled a little and said no, I thought I could pull through.  At least homesickness is one disease that I¡¦ve escaped! I never heard of anybody being asylumsick, did you?