Dear Daddy,

Are you still harping on that scholarship? I never knew a man
so obstinate, and stubborn and unreasonable, and tenacious,
and bull-doggish, and unable-to-see-other-people\'s-point-of-view,
as you.

You prefer that I should not be accepting favours from strangers.

Strangers!--And what are you, pray?

Is there anyone in the world that I know less? I shouldn\'t recognize
you if I met you in the street. Now, you see, if you had been a sane,
sensible person and had written nice, cheering fatherly letters to your
little Judy, and had come occasionally and patted her on the head,
and had said you were glad she was such a good girl--Then, perhaps,
she wouldn\'t have flouted you in your old age, but would have obeyed
your slightest wish like the dutiful daughter she was meant to be.

Strangers indeed! You live in a glass house, Mr. Smith.

And besides, this isn\'t a favour; it\'s like a prize--I earned it by
hard work. If nobody had been good enough in English, the committee
wouldn\'t have awarded the scholarship; some years they don\'t. Also--
But what\'s the use of arguing with a man? You belong, Mr. Smith,
to a sex devoid of a sense of logic. To bring a man............