Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

Did you ever have a sweet baby girl who was stolen from the cradle
in infancy?

Maybe I am she! If we were in a novel, that would be the denouement,
wouldn\'t it?

It\'s really awfully queer not to know what one is--sort of
exciting and romantic. There are such a lot of possibilities.
Maybe I\'m not American; lots of people aren\'t. I may be straight
descended from the ancient Romans, or I may be a Viking\'s daughter,
or I may be the child of a Russian exile and belong by rights
in a Siberian prison, or maybe I\'m a Gipsy--I think perhaps I am.
I have a very WANDERING spirit, though I haven\'t as yet had much
chance to develop it.

Do you know about that one scandalous blot in my career the time I ran
away from the asylum because they punished me for stealing cookies?
It\'s down in the books free for any Trustee to read. But really,
Daddy, what could you expect? When you put ............