daddy long legs

Chapter 13

Dear Daddy Long Legs:
Is it snowing in your place?I looked out from the small attic, and the land was covered with whiteness, and snowflakes were falling down like popcorn.It is evening now, the sun is just setting behind the cold purple hilltops, and I am writing to you from my high window sill in the last rays of the setting sun.

Unexpectedly received 5 gold coins from you!I haven't gotten into the habit of receiving Christmas presents yet.You've given me a lot—all I have, you know—and I feel like I have too much.But I'm still very happy.Do you want to know what I bought with all this money?

[-]. A silver watch with a leather strap enables me to review my homework on time.

[-]. The poetry collection of Matthew Onard.

Three, a kettle.

[-]. A small boat blanket (my little attic is not warm).

500. [-] sheets of yellow manuscript paper (I plan to start writing right away).

[-]. A dictionary of synonyms (can increase my vocabulary).

[-]. (I don't want to tell you the last thing, but let me tell you) a pair of silk stockings.

Look, Daddy-Long-Legs, I have no reservations about you.

If you must be wondering, I'll tell you that it was a very shallow motive.Julia Pendleton came to my room every night to do geometry exercises, and she sat cross-legged on my bed in silk stockings.But wait and see, when she comes back from vacation, I'm going to go into her room and sit on her bed in pantyhose.You see, Uncle, I'm a bad boy, but I'm honest.You already knew I was imperfect from the records of the John Gorier Orphanage, didn't you?
Simply put (English teachers put this word in every sentence), I am grateful for 7 gifts from you.I pretended to imagine them arriving in a big box from back home in California.My father gave me a watch, my mother gave me a blanket, my grandmother gave me a thermos - she was always worried that I would catch a cold in this season - the manuscript paper was given by my brother Harry, my sister Isabel gave me stockings, my aunt Susan gave me a collection of poems, my uncle Harry (Little Harry and I) His name) to send a dictionary.He originally wanted to send chocolates, but I insisted on a thesaurus.

You wouldn't object to playing these family members, would you?

Now, it's time to talk to you about my vacation, maybe you are more concerned about my studies.I hope you appreciate the subtlety of the word "itself," a new vocabulary I've acquired recently.

The girl from Texas was named Lenora Fenton (which is as ridiculous a name as Jerusha, isn't it?).I like her, but not as much as Sally Macbeth, and I probably don't like anyone else as much as I like Sally—except you, of course.I will always put you first because you are my family personification.Whenever the weather was nice, Leonora and two other second-grade girls and I would take walks into the country, wearing skirts, knitted sweaters, and hand-knit hats, and whacking around with bare sticks.Our footprints are all over the place.Once, we walked to the town 4 miles away, and at a restaurant frequented by college girls, we ordered braised lobster (3 cents) and pancakes (5 cents) after eating.God, it's so nutritious and cheap!
This is so much fun!Especially for me, because it's so different from an orphanage—every time I leave school, I feel like an escaped prisoner.I often talk about my feelings without thinking about it, almost revealing my secret, and finally I quickly stop the topic, but it is not easy to keep my mouth shut.I am honest and frank by nature, and if it were not for you to confide in, I would have suffocated.

Last Friday we ate maltose, which was provided by the administrator of the building, and we also invited students from other dormitory buildings who did not come home to participate. 22 students from different grades got together harmoniously.The kitchen is extremely spacious. Rows of copper pots and kettles are hung on the stone walls. The smallest amphora is as big as a pot for cooking clothes. There are 400 girls in Fergus Building.The chef in the white hat and apron found another 22 sets of white hats and aprons - don't know where he got them - and dressed us all as chefs.

Really interesting, although I've had better maltose.When it was finally over, all of us, the whole kitchen, the doors were sticky, we were still wearing white hats and aprons, each carrying a large spoon or a saucepan, and we marched through the empty hall To the faculty lounge, where half a dozen professors and lecturers are filling the silent evening.We sang the school song for them and gave them maltose.They accepted politely, but with some hesitation.We left, leaving the teachers eating large pieces of maltose, too delicious to speak.

You see, uncle, this is my study history!

Do you really think I should be a writer, not an artist?

In two days, the holiday will be over, and I am very happy to see my classmates again.I already feel lonely and restless, 9 people live in a house of 400 people, and I am really restless.

Poor uncle, you must be exhausted!I was going to just write a short thank you letter - but as soon as I picked up the pen, I wrote 11 pages without knowing it.

Good night and thank you for thinking of me - I should have been so happy but a little cloud is hanging over my heart - I have exams in February.

your loving
Judy
Near the end of the Christmas holidays (I don't know the exact date)
Also:

It may not be appropriate to write about your love!If so, please forgive me.I must love someone, but the only choice is you and Mrs. Lippy, so bear with me, dear uncle, I cannot love Mrs. Lippy!

(End of this chapter)