DADDY-LONG-LEGS (22)

DADDY-LONG-LEGS (22)


                                                                        Wednesday

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,


    I've changed my name.
    I'm still " Jerusha " in the catalogue, but I'm " Judy " everywhere else. It's sort of too bad, isn't it, to have to give yourself the only pet name you ever had ? I didn't quite make up the Judy though. That's what Freddie Perkins used to call me before he could talk plainly.

    I wish Mrs. Lippett would use a little more ingenuity about choosing a babies names. She gets the last names out of telephone book ー you'll find Abbott on the first page － and she picks the Christian names up anywhere ; she got Jerusha from a tombstone. I've always hated it ; but I rather like Judy. It's such a silly name. It belongs to the kind of girl I'm not ー a sweet little blue-eyed thing, petted and spoiled by all the family, who romps her way through life without any cares. Wouldn't it be nice to be like that ?


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