DADDY-LONG-LEGS
We came back Saturday night and had our dinner in the train, at little tables with pink lamps and negro waiters. I never heard of meals being served in trains before, and I inadvertently said so.
"Where on earth were you brought up?" said Julia to me.
"In a village," said I meekly, to Julia.
"But didn't you ever travel?" said she to me.
"Not till I came to college, and then it was only a hundred and sixty miles and we didn't eat," said I to her.
She's getting quite interested in me, because I say such funny things. I try hard not to, but they do pop out when I'm surprised—and I'm surprised most of the time. It's a dizzying experience, Daddy, to pass eighteen years in the John Grier Home, and then suddenly to be plunged into the WORLD.
But I'm getting acclimated. I don't make such awful mistakes as I did; and I
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