DADDY-LONG-LEGS
a realist now. I've abandoned romanticism; I shall go back to it later though, when my own adventurous future begins.
This new book is going to get itself finished—and published! You see if it doesn't. If you just want a thing hard enough and keep on trying, you do get it in the end. I've been trying for four years to get a letter from you—and I haven't given up hope yet.
Good-by, Daddy dear,
(I like to call you Daddy dear; it's so alliterative.)
Affectionately,
Judy.
P. S.I forgot to tell you the farm news, but it's very distressing. Skip this postscript if you don't want your sensibilities all wrought up.
Poor old Grove is dead. He got so that he couldn't chew and they had to shoot him.
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