DADDY-LONG-LEGS (35)

DADDY-LONG-LEGS (35)


                                     Toward the end of 
                                     the Christmas vacation.
                                     Exact date unkknown.

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

    It is snowing where you are ? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as popcorn. It's late afternoon ー the sun is just setting ( a cold yellow color ) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you.

    Your five gold pieces were a surprise ! I'm not used to receiving Christmas presents. You have already given me such a lot of things ー every thing I have, you know ー that I don't quite feel that I deserve extras. But I like them just the same. Do you want to know what I bought with my money ?

Ⅰ. A silver watch in a leather case to wear on my wrist and get me to recitations on time.

Ⅱ. Matthew Arnold's poems.

Ⅲ. A hot water bottle.

Ⅳ. A steamer rug. (My tower is cold.)

Ⅴ. Five hundred sheets of yellow manuscript paper. (I'm going to commence being an author pretty soon. )

Ⅵ. A dictionary of synonyms. ( To enlarge the author's vocabulary. )

Ⅶ. (I don't much like to confess this last item, but I will. ) A pair of silk stockings.


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