‘ve changed my name.
I’m still `Jerusha’ in the catalogue, but I’m `Judy’ everywhere else.
It’s really 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 Freddy Perkins used to call me before he could
talk plainly.
I wish 杭州洗浴服务 Mrs. Lippett would use a little more ingenuity about choosing
babies’ names. She gets the last names out of the telephone book–
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–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?
Whatever faults 杭州哪个会所好玩 I may have, no one can ever accuse me of having been
spoiled by my family! But it’s great fun to pretend I’ve been.
In the future please always address me as Judy.
Do you want to know something? I have three pairs of kid gloves.
I’ve had kid mittens before from the Christmas tree, but never real
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little while. It’s all I can do not to wear them to classes.
(Dinner bell. Goodbye.)
Friday
What do you think, Daddy? The English instructor said that my last
paper shows an unusual amount of originality. She did, truly.
Those were her words. It doesn’t seem possible, does it,
considering the eighteen years of training that I’ve had? The aim
of the John Grier Home (as you doubtless know and heartily approve of)
is to turn the ninety-seven orphans into ninety-seven 杭州按摩好去处 twins.
The unusual artistic ability which I exhibit was developed at an early
age through drawing chalk pictures of Mrs. Lippett on the woodshed door.
I hope that I don’t hurt your feelings when I criticize the home
of my youth? But you have the upper hand, you know, for if I become
too impertinent, you can 杭州上门品茶 always stop payment of your cheques.
That isn’t a very polite thing to say–but you can’t expect me
to have any manners; a foundling asylum isn’t a young ladies’
finishing school.
You know, Daddy, it isn’t the work that is going to be hard in college.
It’s the play. Half the time I don’t know what the girls are
talking about; their jokes seem to relate to a past that every one
but me has shared. I’m a foreigner in the world
and I don’t understand
the language. It’s a miserable feeling. I’ve had it all my life.
At the high 杭州夜生活交友qq群 school the girls would stand in groups and just look at me.
I was queer and different and everybody knew it. I could FEEL
`John Grier Home’ written on my face. And then a few charitable
ones would make a point of coming up and saying something polite.
I HATED EVERY ONE OF THEM–the charitable ones most of all.
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Sallie McBride that my mother and father were dead, and that a kind
old gentleman was sending me to college which is entirely true
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