al--bright sunshine and clouds
interspersed with a few welcome snow-storms. I and my companions have
enjoyed our walks to and from classes--particularly from.

Trusting, my dear Mr. Smith, that this will find you in your usual good
health,

I remain,
Most cordially yours,
Jerusha Abbott

24th April

Dear Daddy,

Spring has come again! You should see how lovely the campus is. I
think you might come and look at it for yourself. Master Jervie
dropped in again last Friday--but he chose a most unpropitious time,
for Sallie and Julia and I were just running to catch a train. And
where do you think we were going? To Princeton, to attend a dance and
a ball game, if you please! I didn't ask you if I might go, because I
had a feeling that your secretary would say no. But it was entirely
regular; we had leave-of-absence from college, and Mrs. McBride
chaperoned us. We had a charming time--but I shall have to omit
details; they are too many and complicated.

Saturday

Up before dawn! The night watchman called us--six of us--and we made
coffee in a chafing dish (you never saw so many grounds!) and walked
two miles to the top of One Tree Hill to see the sun rise. We had to
scramble up the last slope! The sun almost beat us! And perhaps you
think we didn't bring back appetites to breakfast!

Dear me, Daddy, I seem to have a very ejaculatory style today; this
page is peppered with exclamations.

I meant to have written a lot about the budding trees and the new
cinder path in the athletic field, and the awful lesson we have in
biology for tomorrow, and the new canoes on the lake, and Catherine
Prentiss who has pneumonia, and Prexy's Angora kitten that strayed from
home and has been boarding in Fergussen Hall for two weeks until a
chambermaid reported it, and about my three new dresses--white and pink
and blue polka dots with a hat to match--but I am too sleepy. I am
always making this an excuse, am I not? But a girls' college is a busy
place and we do get tired by the end of the day! Particularly when the
day begins at dawn.

Affectionately,
Judy

15th May

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

Is it good manners when y