glued to detail,' says History
Professor. 'Stand far enough away to get a perspective of the whole.'

You can see with what nicety we have to trim our sails between
chemistry and history. I like the historical method best. If I say
that William the Conqueror came over in 1492, and Columbus discovered
America in 1100 or 1066 or whenever it was, that's a mere detail that
the Professor overlooks. It gives a feeling of security and
restfulness to the history recitation, that is entirely lacking in
chemistry.

Sixth-hour bell--I must go to the laboratory and look into a little
matter of acids and salts and alkalis. I've burned a hole as big as a
plate in the front of my chemistry apron, with hydrochloric acid. If
the theory worked, I ought to be able to neutralize that hole with good
strong ammonia, oughtn't I?

Examinations next week, but who's afraid?

Yours ever,
Judy

5th March

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

There is a March wind blowing, and the sky is filled with heavy, black
moving clouds. The crows in the pine trees are making such a clamour!
It's an intoxicating, exhilarating, CALLING noise. You want to close
your books and be off over the hills to race with the wind.

We had a paper chase last Saturday over five miles of squashy 'cross
country. The fox (composed of three girls and a bushel or so of
confetti) started half an hour before the twenty-seven hunters. I was
one of the twenty-seven; eight dropped by the wayside; we ended
nineteen. The trail led over a hill, through a cornfield, and into a
swamp where we had to leap lightly from hummock to hummock. of course
half of us went in ankle deep. We kept losing the trail, and we wasted
twenty-five minutes over that swamp. Then up a hill through some woods
and in at a barn window! The barn doors were all locked and the window
was up high and pretty small. I don't call that fair, do you?

But we didn't go through; we circumnavigated the barn and picked up the
trail where it issued by way of a low shed roof on to the top of a
fence. The fox thought he had us there, but we fooled him. Then
straight away over two miles of rolling meadow, and awfully hard to
follow, for the confetti was getting sparse. The rule is that it must
be at the most six feet apart, but they were the longest six feet I
ever saw. Finally, after two