dear daddy-long-legs,

i'm educated! my diploma is in the bottom bureau drawer with my

two best dresses. commencement was as usual, with a few showers

at vital moments. thank you for your rosebuds. they were lovely.

master jervie and master jimmie both gave me roses, too, but i left

theirs in the bath tub and carried yours in the class procession.

here i am at lock willow for the summer--for ever maybe. the board

is cheap; the surroundings quiet and conducive to a literary life.

what more does a struggling author wish? i am mad about my book.

i think of it every waking moment, and dream of it at night. all i

want is peace and quiet and lots of time to work (interspersed with

nourishing meals).

master jervie is coming up for a week or so in august, and jimmie

mcbride is going to drop in sometime through the summer.

he's connected with a bond house now, and goes about the country

selling bonds to banks. he's going to combine the `farmers' national'

at the corners and me on the same trip.

you see that lock willow isn't entirely lacking in society.

i'd be expecting to have you come motoring through--only i know now

that that is hopeless. when you wouldn't come to my commencement,

i tore you from my heart and buried you for ever.

judy abbott, a.b.