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Rovidence if he chooses, and so--I'll forgive you and be cheerful again.
But I still don't enjoy getting Sallie's letters about the good times
they are having in camp! However--we will draw a veil over that and
begin again. I've been writing and writing this summer; four short
stories finished and sent to four different magazines. So you see I'm
trying to be an author. I have a workroom fixed in a corner of the attic
where Master Jervie used to have his rainy-day playroom. It's in a cool,
breezy corner with two dormer windows, and shaded by a maple tree with a
family of red squirrels living in a hole. I'll write a nicer letter in a
few days and tell you all the farm news. We need rain. Yours as ever,
Judy 10th August Mr. Daddy-Long-Legs, SIR: I address you from the second
crotch in the willow tree by the pool in the pasture. There's a frog
croaking underneath, a locust singing overhead and two little 'devil
downheads' darting up and down the trunk. I've been here for an hour;
it's a very comfortable crotch, especially after being upholstered with
two sofa cushions. I came up with a pen and tablet hoping to write an
immortal short story, but I've been having a dreadful time with my
heroine--I CAN'T make her behave as I want her to behave; so I've
abandoned her for the moment, and am writing to you. (Not much relief
though, for I can't make you behave as I want you to, either.) If you
are in that dreadful New York, I w