daddy long legs

Chapter 27

Dear Daddy Long Legs:
Isn't it fun?I started writing to you yesterday afternoon, but I had just picked up my pen to write "Dear Daddy-Long-Legs" when I remembered that I had promised Mrs. Samp to pick some blackberries for dessert for dinner, so I left the paper on the table. up and out.When I came back today, you know what I found in the middle of the letter paper?A real "Daddy-Long-Legs" - a giant spider!

I gently picked up one of its feet and put it out the window.I will never hurt them.Because this little thing always reminds me of you.

The sound of sermons in the church lulls people to sleep, and everyone lazily shakes their plantain fans.Except for the priest's voice, there was only the chirping of crickets in the bushes outside the window.I was asleep until everyone stood up and sang hymns.Suddenly, I feel guilty that I didn't listen to the sermon just now, and I'm curious to know the psychology of whoever chooses this hymn, listen:
Come, leave your pastimes and earthly playthings behind,
Rejoice hand in hand with me in heaven.

Otherwise, my friend, you and I will never leave,

Let you fall into hell to suffer.

I found it inappropriate to discuss religion with the Samples.Thank goodness my god wasn't inherited from other people.I am free to create my own God!He's kind, compassionate, imaginative, magnanimous, understanding - and has a great sense of humor.

I like the Samples.Their actions have surpassed their beliefs, and I think they have triumphed over their God.After hearing my theory, they freaked out and thought I was blasphemous, but I think the opposite is true.From now on we will no longer argue.

It's Sunday afternoon.

Amasa (male worker) and Carrie (female worker) have just driven off in their carriage.Amasa was in high spirits, clean-shaven, wearing a purple tie and canary-yellow buckskin gloves.Carrie wore a large hat with red roses and a blue dress, and her hair was curled up in tight little curls.It took Amasa all morning to wash the buggy.Carrie did not go to church, pretending to stay to cook supper, but in fact to iron the muslin dress.

In another 2 minutes, I will finish writing this letter.I am going to read a book I found upstairs.The title of the book is "On the Path", and on the title page there is a childish boy's handwriting, he wrote:

Jervie Pendleton

If this book gets lost,

Please take it home by the ear.

When he was 11 years old, he had an illness and went here to recuperate, so he left "On the Trail" here.It seemed he had read carefully—there were traces of his dirty little hands everywhere.There is also a watermill, a windmill and a slingshot in the corner of the attic.Mrs. Samp often talked about him, and I always thought he was a scruffy, cute, disheveled boy, and he hadn't become a gentleman with a top hat and a cane.He was always climbing up and down the stairs, never remembering to close the screen door, and always clamoring for biscuits (I knew Mrs. Samp would give him what he wanted, and he always got it).He seems adventurous, brave and upright.I regret that if he wasn't a Pendleton, he should have acted a little better than this.

Tomorrow we are threshing wheat, and we have prepared a thresher and three workers.

I am saddened by the news that the cow, Lesbia's mother, has done a disgraceful thing.It ran into the orchard last night, ate a lot of apples, and got drunk for two whole days.I tell the truth, have you ever heard of such embarrassment?
Mr
I greet you!
Your Emotional Orphan Judy Albert

Sunday

Also:

Chapter 1 is about the Indians, and Chapter 2 is about the heroes of the forest.I hold my breath, what will Chapter 3 talk about?The frontispiece reads, "The Indian leapt into the air and fell down dead."How could Judy and Javi be unhappy?
(End of this chapter)