I don't know a single thing about you.I don't even know your name.It is very uninspiring writing to a thing.I haven't a doubt but that you throw my letters into the wastebasket without reading them.Hereafter I shall write only about work.
My reexaminations in Latin and geometry came last week.I passed them both and am now free from conditions.
Yours truly，
Jerusha Abbott
April 2d
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs，
I am a BEAST.
Please forget about that dreadful letter I sent you last week-I was feeling terribly lonely and miserable and sore-throaty the night I wrote.I didn't know it，but I was just coming down with tonsillitis and grippe and lots of things mixed.I'm in the infirmary now，and have been here for six days；this is the first time they would let me sit up and have a pen and paper.The head nurse is very bossy.But I've been thinking about it all the time and I shan't get well until you forgive me.
Here is a picture of the way I look，with a bandage tied around my head in rabbit's ears.
Doesn't that arouse your sympathy？I am having sublingual gland swelling.And I've been studying physiology all the year without ever hearing of sublingual glands.How futile a thing is education！
I can't write any more；I get sort of shaky when I sit up too long.Please forgive me for being impertinent and ungrateful.I was badly brought up.
Yours with love，
Judy Abbott
The Infirmary
April 4th
Dearest Daddy-Long-Legs，
Yesterday evening just toward dark，when I was sitting up in bed looking out at the rain and feeling awfully bored with life in a great institution，the nurse appeared with a long white box addressed to me，and filled with the loveliest pink rosebuds.And much nicer still，it contained a card with a very polite message written in a funny little uphill backhand（but one which shows a great deal of character）.Thank you，Daddy，a thousand times.Your flowers make the first real，true present I ever received in my life.If you want to know what a baby I am，I lay down and cried because I was so happy.