Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

Mercy! Isn\'t New York big? Worcester is nothing to it. Do you
mean to tell me that you actually live in all that confusion?
I don\'t believe that I shall recover for months from the bewildering
effect of two days of it. I can\'t begin to tell you all the amazing
things I\'ve seen; I suppose you know, though, since you live
there yourself.

But aren\'t the streets entertaining? And the people? And the shops?
I never saw such lovely things as there are in the windows.
It makes you want to devote your life to wearing clothes.

Sallie and Julia and I went shopping together Saturday morning.
Julia went into the very most gorgeous place I ever saw, white and
gold walls and blue carpets and blue silk curtains and gilt chairs.
A perfectly beautiful lady with yellow hair and a long black silk
trailing gown came to meet us with a welcoming smile. I thought we
were paying a social call, and started to shake hands, but it seems
we were only buying hats--at least Julia was. She sat down in front
of a mirror and tried on a dozen, each lovelier than the last,
and bought the two loveliest of all.

I can\'t imagine any joy in life greater than sitting down in front
of a mirror and buying any hat you choose without having first
to consider the price! There\'s no doubt about it, Daddy; New York
would rapidly undermine this fine stoical character which the John
Grier Home so patiently built up.

And after we\'d finished our shopping, we met Master Jervie
at Sherry\'s. I suppose you\'ve been in Sherry\'s? Picture that,
then picture the dining-room of the John Grier Home with its
oilcloth-covered tables, and white crockery that you CAN\'T break,
and wooden-handled knives and forks; and fancy the way I felt!

I ate my fish with the wrong fork, but the waiter very kindly gave
me another so that nobody noticed.

And after luncheon we went to the theatre--it was dazzling,
marvellous, unbelievable--I dream about it every night.

Isn\'t Shakespeare wonderful?

Ham............