Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

My window looks out on the loveliest landscape--ocean-scape, rather--
nothing but water and rocks.

The summer goes. I spend the morning with Latin and English
and algebra and my two stupid girls. I don\'t know how Marion is
ever going to get into college, or stay in after she gets there.
And as for Florence, she is hopeless--but oh! such a little beauty.
I don\'t suppose it matters in the least whether they are stupid
or not so long as they are pretty? One can\'t help thinking, though,
how their conversation will bore their husbands, unless they
are fortunate enough to obtain stupid husbands. I suppose that\'s
quite possible; the world seems to be filled with stupid men;
I\'ve met a number this summer.

In the afternoon we take a walk on the cliffs, or swim, if the tide
is right. I can swim in salt water with the utmost ease you see
my education is already being put to use!

A letter comes from Mr. Jervis Pendleton in Paris, rather a short
............