Given a tall rich man who hates girls，but is very generous to one quite impertinent girl，what does he look like？
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December 19th
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs，
You never answered my question and it was very important.
ARE YOU BALD？
I have it planned exactly what you look like-very satisfactorily-until I reach the top of your head，and then I am stuck.I can't decide whether you have white hair or black hair or sort of sprinkle gray hair or maybe none at all.
Here is your portrait：
But the problem is，shall I add some hair？
Would you like to know what color your eyes are？They're gray and your eyebrows stick out like a porch roof（beetling，they're called in novels）and your mouth is a straight line with a tendency to turn down at the corners.Oh，you see，I know！You're a snappy old thing with a temper.
（Chapel bell.）
9：45P.M.
I have a new unbreakable rule：never，never to study at night no matter how many written reviews are coming in the morning.Instead，I read just plain books-I have to，you know，because there are eighteen blank years behind me.You wouldn't believe，Daddy，what an abyss of ignorance my mind is；I am just realizing the depths myself.The things that most girls with a properly assorted family and a home and friends and a library know by absorption，I have never heard of.For example：
I never read Mother Goose or David Copperfield or Ivanhoe or Cinderella or Bluebeard or Robinson Crusoe or Jane Eyre or Alice in Wonderland or a word of Rudyard Kipling.I didn't know that Henry the Eighth was married more than once or that Shelley was a poet.I didn't know that people used to be monkeys and that the Garden of Eden was a beautiful myth.I didn't know that R.L.S.stood for Robert Louis Stevenson or that George Eliot was a lady.I had never seen a picture of the“Mona Lisa”and（it's true but you won't believe it）I had never heard of Sherlock Holmes.