Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

Back at college again and an upper classman. Our study is better
than ever this year--faces the South with two huge windows and oh!
so furnished. Julia, with an unlimited allowance, arrived two days
early and was attacked with a fever for settling.

We have new wall paper and oriental rugs and mahogany chairs--
not painted mahogany which made us sufficiently happy last year,
but real. It\'s very gorgeous, but I don\'t feel as though I belonged
in it; I\'m nervous all the time for fear I\'ll get an ink spot in the
wrong place.

And, Daddy, I found your letter waiting for me--pardon--I mean
your secretary\'s.

Will you kindly convey to me a comprehensible reason why I should
not accept that scholarship? I don\'t understand your objection
in the least. But anyway, it won\'t do the slightest good for you
to object, for I\'ve already accepted it and I am not going to change!
That sounds a little impertinent, but I don\'t mean it so.

I suppose you feel that when you set out to educate me, you\'d like to
finish the work, and put a neat period, in the shape of a diploma,
at the end.

But look at it just a second from my point of view. I shall owe my
education to you just as much as though I let you pay for the whole of it,
but I won\'t be quite so much indebted. I know that you don\'t want me
to return the............