dear daddy-long-legs,

happy day! i've just finished my last examination physiology.

and now:

three months on a farm!

i don't know what kind of a thing a farm is. i've never been on

one in my life. i've never even looked at one (except from the car

window), but i know i'm going to love it, and i'm going to love

being free.

i am not used even yet to being outside the john grier home.

whenever i think of it excited little thrills chase up and down

my back. i feel as though i must run faster and faster and keep

looking over my shoulder to make sure that mrs. lippett isn't after

me with her arm stretched out to grab me back.

i don't have to mind any one this summer, do i?

your nominal authority doesn't annoy me in the least; you are too

far away to do any harm. mrs. lippett is dead for ever, so far as i

am concerned, and the semples aren't expected to overlook my moral

welfare, are they? no, i am sure not. i am entirely grown up. hooray!

i leave you now to pack a trunk, and three boxes of teakettles

and dishes and sofa cushions and books.

yours ever,

judy

ps. here is my physiology exam. do you think you could have passed?