Daddy-Long-Legs by Jean Webster
12th Jan.
Dear Mr. Philanthropist,
Your cheque for my family came yesterday. Thank you so much! I cutgymnasium and took it down to them right after luncheon, and you shouldhave seen the girl's face! She was so surprised and happy and relievedthat she looked almost young; and she's only twenty-four. Isn't itpitiful?
Anyway, she feels now as though all the good things were comingtogether. She has steady work ahead for two months--someone's gettingmarried, and there's a trousseau to make.
'Thank the good Lord!' cried the mother, when she grasped the fact thatthat small piece of paper was one hundred dollars.
'It wasn't the good Lord at all,' said I, 'it was Daddy-Long-Legs.'(Mr. Smith, I called you.)
'But it was the good Lord who put it in his mind,' said she.
'Not at all! I put it in his mind myself,' said I.
But anyway, Daddy, I trust the good Lord will reward you suitably. Youdeserve ten thousand years out of purgatory.
Yours most gratefully, Judy Abbott
Dear Mr. Philanthropist,
Your cheque for my family came yesterday. Thank you so much! I cutgymnasium and took it down to them right after luncheon, and you shouldhave seen the girl's face! She was so surprised and happy and relievedthat she looked almost young; and she's only twenty-four. Isn't itpitiful?
Anyway, she feels now as though all the good things were comingtogether. She has steady work ahead for two months--someone's gettingmarried, and there's a trousseau to make.
'Thank the good Lord!' cried the mother, when she grasped the fact thatthat small piece of paper was one hundred dollars.
'It wasn't the good Lord at all,' said I, 'it was Daddy-Long-Legs.'(Mr. Smith, I called you.)
'But it was the good Lord who put it in his mind,' said she.
'Not at all! I put it in his mind myself,' said I.
But anyway, Daddy, I trust the good Lord will reward you suitably. Youdeserve ten thousand years out of purgatory.
Yours most gratefully, Judy Abbott