Isn't it funny? I started to write to you yesterday afternoon,
but as far as I got was the heading, `Dear Daddy-Long-Legs', and then
I remembered I'd promised to pick some blackberries for supper,
so I went off and left the sheet lying on the table, and when I
came back today, what do you think I found sitting in the middle
of the page? A real true Daddy-Long-Legs!
I picked him up very gently by one leg, and dropped him out
of the window. I wouldn't hurt one of them for the world.
They always remind me of you.
We hitched1 up the spring wagon2 this morning and drove to the Centre
to church. It's a sweet little white frame church with a spire3
and three Doric columns in front (or maybe Ionic--I always get
them mixed).
A nice sleepy sermon with everybody drowsily4 waving palm-leaf fans,
and the only sound, aside from the minister, the buzzing of locusts5
in the trees outside. I didn't wake up till I found myself on
my feet singing the hymn6, and then I was awfully7 sorry I hadn't
listened to the sermon; I should like to know more of the psychology8
of a man who would pick out such a hymn. This was it:
Come, leave your sports and earthly toys
And join me in celestial9 joys.
Or else, dear friend, a long farewell.
I leave you now to sink to hell.
I find that it isn't safe to discuss religion with the Semples.
Their God (whom they have inherited intact from their remote
Puritan ancestors) is a narrow, irrational10, unjust, mean, revengeful,
bigoted11 Person. Thank heaven I don't inherit God from anybody!
I am free to make mine up as I wish Him. He's kind and sympathetic
and imaginative and forgiving and understanding--and He has a sense
of humour.
I like the Semples immensely; their practice is so superior to
their theory. They are better than their own God. I told them so--
and they are horribly troubled. They think I am blasphemous--
and I think they are! We've dropped theology from our conversation.
This is Sunday afternoon.
Amasai (hired man) in a purple tie and some bright yellow buckskin gloves,
very red and shaved, has just driven off with Carrie (hired girl)
in a big hat trimmed with red roses and a blue muslin dress and her
hair curled as tight as it will curl. Amasai spent all the morning
washing the buggy; and Carrie stayed home from church ostensibly
to cook the dinner, but really to iron the muslin dress.
In two minutes more when this letter is finished I am going to settle
down to a book which I found in the attic12. It's entitled, On the Trail,
and sprawled13 across the front page in a funny little-boy hand:
Jervis Pendleton
if this book should ever roam,
Box its ears and send it home.
He spent the summer here once after he had been ill, when he
was about eleven years old; and he left On the Trail behind.
It looks well read--the marks of his grimy little hands are frequent!
Also in a corner of the attic there is a water wheel and a windmill
and some bows and arrows. Mrs. Semple talks so constantly about him
that I begin to believe he really lives--not a grown man with a silk hat
and walking stick, but a nice, dirty, tousle-headed boy who clatters14
up the stairs with an awful racket, and leaves the screen doors open,
and is always asking for cookies. (And getting them, too, if I
know Mrs. Semple!) He seems to have been an adventurous15 little soul--
and brave and truthful16. I'm sorry to think he is a Pendleton;
he was meant for something better.
We're going to begin threshing oats tomorrow; a steam engine
is coming and three extra men.
It grieves me to tell you that Buttercup (the spotted17 cow with
one horn, Mother of Lesbia) has done a disgraceful thing. She got
into the orchard18 Friday evening and ate apples under the trees,
and ate and ate until they went to her head. For two days she
has been perfectly19 dead drunk! That is the truth I am telling.
Did you ever hear anything so scandalous?
Sir,
I remain,
Your affectionate orphan20,
Judy Abbott
PS. Indians in the first chapter and highwaymen in the second.
I hold my breath. What can the third contain? `Red Hawk21 leapt
twenty feet in the air and bit the dust.' That is the subject of
the frontispiece. Aren't Judy and Jervie having fun?
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