Dearest Daddy-Long-Legs,

I have some awful, awful, awful news to tell you, but I won\'t begin
with it; I\'ll try to get you in a good humour first.

Jerusha Abbott has commenced to be an author. A poem entitled,
`From my Tower\', appears in the February Monthly--on the first page,
which is a very great honour for a Freshman. My English instructor
stopped me on the way out from chapel last night, and said it was
a charming piece of work except for the sixth line, which had too
many feet. I will send you a copy in case you care to read it.

Let me see if I can\'t think of something else pleasant--
Oh, yes! I\'m learning to skate, and can glide about quite
respectably all by myself. Also I\'ve learned how to slide down
a rope from the roof of the gymnasium, and I can vault a bar
three feet and six inches high--I hope shortly to pull up to four feet.

We had a very inspiring sermon this morning preached by the Bishop
of Alabama. His text was: `Judge not that ye be not judged.\'
It was about the necessity of overlooking mistakes in others,
and not discouraging people by harsh judgments. I wish you might