dear daddy-long-legs,

we beat the freshmen at basket ball yesterday. of course we're pleased--

but oh, if we could only beat the juniors! i'd be willing to be black

and blue all over and stay in bed a week in a witch-hazel compress.

sallie has invited me to spend the christmas vacation with her.

she lives in worcester, massachusetts. wasn't it nice of her?

i shall love to go. i've never been in a private family in my life,

except at lock willow, and the semples were grown-up and old and

don't count. but the mcbrides have a houseful of children (anyway two

or three) and a mother and father and grandmother, and an angora cat.

it's a perfectly complete family! packing your trunk and going

away is more fun than staying behind. i am terribly excited at

the prospect.

seventh hour--i must run to rehearsal. i'm to be in the

thanksgiving theatricals. a prince in a tower with a velvet

tunic and yellow curls. isn't that a lark?

yours,

j. a.

saturday

do you want to know what i look like? here's a photograph of all

three that leonora fenton took.

the light one who is laughing is sallie, and the tall one with her

nose in the air is julia, and the little one with the hair blowing

across her face is judy--she is really more beautiful than that,

but the sun was in her eyes.

`stone gate',

worcester, mass.,