DADDY-LONG-LEGS
she settled and we could be together in the evenings. Evenings are very long when there's no one but the Semples and Carrie and Amasai to talk to. I know in advance that you won't like my studio idea. I can read your secretary's letter now:
"Miss Jerusha Abbott.
'Dear Madam,
"Mr. Smith prefers that you remain at Lock Willow.
"Yours truly,
"Elmer H. Griggs."
I hate your secretary. I am certain that a man named Elmer H. Griggs must be horrid. But truly, Daddy, I think I shall have to go to Boston. I can't stay here. If something doesn't happen soon, I shall throw myself into the silo pit out of sheer desperation.
Mercy! but it's hot. All the grass is
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