t 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 money, but nevertheless, I am going to want to do it,
if I possibly can; and winning this scholarship makes it so much
easier. I was expecting to spend the rest of my life in paying my
debts, but now I shall only have to spend one-half of the rest of it.

I hope you understand my position and won't be cross. The allowance I
shall still most gratefully accept. It requires an allowance to live
up to Julia and her furniture! I wish that she had been reared to
simpler tastes, or else that she were not my room-mate.

This isn't much of a letter; I meant to have written a lot--but I've
been hemming four window curtains and three portieres (I'm glad you
can't see the length of the stitches), and polishing a brass desk set
with tooth powder (very uphill work), and sawing off picture wire with
manicure scissors, and unpacking four boxes of books, and putting away
two trunkfuls of clothes (it doesn't seem believable that Jerusha
Abbott owns two trunks full of clothes, but she does!) and welcoming
back fifty dear friends in between.

Opening day is a joyous occasion!

Good night, Daddy dear, and don't be annoyed because your chick is
wanting to scratch for herself. She's growing up into an awfully
energetic little hen--with a very determined cluck and lots of
beautiful feathers (all due to you).

Affectionately,
Judy

30th September

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