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it doesn’t seem possible that it was nearly two years ago. I could
still see the place where the smoke of our fire blackened the rock.
It is funny how certain places get connected with certain people,
and you never go back without thinking of them. I was quite lonely
without him–for two minutes.

What do you think is my latest activity, Daddy? You will begin
to believe that I am incorrigible–I am writing a book. I started it
three weeks ago and am eating it up in chunks. I’ve caught the secret.
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something that I do know–exhaustively. Guess where it’s laid?
In the John Grier Home! And it’s good, Daddy, I actually believe
it is–just about the tiny little things that happened every day.
I’m 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.

Goodbye, Daddy dear,

(I like to call you Daddy dear; it’s so alliterative.)
Affectionately,
Judy

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had to shoot him.

Nine chickens were killed by a weasel or a skunk or a rat last week.

One of the cows is sick, and we had to have the veterinary surgeon
out from Bonnyrigg Four Corners. Amasai stayed up all night to
give her linseed oil and whisky. But we have an awful suspicion
that the poor sick cow got nothing but linseed oil.

Sentimental Tommy (the tortoise-shell cat) has disappeared;
we are afraid he has been caught in a trap.

There are lots of troubles in the world!
17th May
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

This is going to be extremely short because my shoulder aches at the
sight of a pen. Lecture notes all day, immortal novel all evening,
make too much writing.

Commencement three weeks from next Wednesday. I think you might come
and make 佛山桑拿按摩视频 my acquaintance–I shall hate you if you don’t! Julia’s
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Jimmie McB., he being her family, but who is there for me to invite?
Just you and Lippett, and I don’t want her. Please come.

Yours, with love and writer’s cramp.
Judy
LOCK WILLOW, 19th June
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

I’m educated! My diploma is in the bottom bureau drawer with my
two best dresses. Commencement was as usual, with a few showers
at vital moments. Thank you for your rosebuds. They were lovely.
Master Jervie and Master Jimmie both gave me roses, too, but I left
theirs in the bath tub and carried yours in the class procession.

Here I am at Lock Willow for the summer–for ever maybe. The board
is cheap; the surroundings quiet and conducive to a literary life.
What more does a struggling author wish? I 佛山夜生活论坛 am mad about my book.
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want is peace and quiet and lots of time to work (interspersed with
nourishing meals).

Master Jervie is coming up for a week or so in August, and Jimmie
McBride is going to drop in sometime through the summer.