Daddy Long Legs!

Daddy Long Legs!
Jerusha Abbott has spent her entire eighteen years in an orphanage.
Now a wealthy trustee of the home has offered to put her through college, and all he asks in return is that she write him one letter per month, addressed to “Mr. John Smith,” to which he will never reply.
She will never meet her benefactor, or even know his name.
*This story writing by Jean Webster, I think it is beautiful story.
*This is one of her letter to Daddy Long Legs, that I like it.
To Mr. Daddy Long Legs Smith
Dear Daddy Long Legs,
I love college and I love you for sending me.
I’m very, very happy, and so excited every moment of the time that I can scarcely sleep.
You can’t imagine how different it is from the John Grier Home. I never dreamed there was such a place in the world. I’m feeling sorry for everybody who isn’t a girl and who can’t come here; I am sure the college you attended when you were a boy couldn’t have been so nice.
My room is up in a tower that used to be the contagious ward before they built the new infirmary. There are three other girls on the same floor of the tower a Senior who wears spectacles and is always asking us please to be a little more quiet, and two Freshmen named Sallie McBride and Julia Rutledge Pendleton. Sallie has red hair and a turn-up nose and is quite friendly; Julia comes from one of the first families in New York and hasn’t noticed me yet. They room together and the Senior and I have singles.
Usually Freshmen can’t get singles; they are very scarce, but I got one without even asking.
I suppose the registrar didn’t think it would be right to ask a properly brought-up girl to room with a foundling. You see there are advantages!
My room is on the north-west corner with two windows and a view. After you’ve lived in a ward for eighteen years with twenty room-mates, it is restful to be alone. This is the first chance I’ve ever had to get acquainted with Jerusha Abbott. I think I’m going to like her.
Do you think you are?
Yours always, Jerusha Abbott
PS. (9 o’clock.)
Sallie McBride just poked her head in at my door. This is what she said: “I’m so homesick that I simply can’t stand it. Do you feel that way?” I smiled a little and said no; I thought I could pull through. At least homesickness is one disease that I’ve escaped! I never heard of anybody being asylum-sick, did you?
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Sallie is the most entertaining person in the world and Julia Rutledge Pendleton the least so. It’s queer what a mixture the registrar can make in the matter of room-mates. Sallie thinks everything is funny–even flunking–and Julia is bored at everything. She never makes the slightest effort to be amiable. She believes that if you are a Pendleton, that fact alone admits you to heaven without any further examination. Julia and I were born to be enemies.
And now I suppose you’ve been waiting very impatiently to hear what I am learning?
1.Latin: Second Punic war. Hannibal and his forces pitched camp at Lake Trasimenus last night. They prepared an ambuscade for the Romans, and a battle took place at the fourth watch this morning. Romans in retreat.
2.French: 24 pages of the Three Musketeers and third conjugation, irregular verbs.
3.Geometry: Finished cylinders; now doing cones.
4.English: Studying exposition. My style improves daily in clearness and brevity.
5.Physiology: Reached the digestive system. Bile and the pancreas next time.
Yours, on the way to being educated,
Jerusha Abbott
PS. I hope you never touch alcohol, Daddy It does dreadful things to your liver.