living after this.  I’m going to enjoy every second, and I’m going to know I’m enjoying it while I’m enjoying it.  Most people don’t live; they just race.  They are trying to reach some goal far away on the horizon, and in the heat of the going they get so breathless and panting that they lose all sight of the beautiful, tranquil country they are passing through; and then the first thing they know, they are old and worn out, and it doesn’t make any difference whether they’ve reached the goal or not.  I’ve decided to sit down by the way and pile up a lot of little happinesses, even if I never become a Great Author.  Did you ever know such a philosopheress as I am developing into? 
                                   Yours ever,
          
                                         Judy

PS.  It’s raining cats and dogs tonight.  Two puppies and a kitten have just landed on the window-sill.

Dear Comrade,

Hooray!  I’m a Fabian.

That’s a Socialist who’s willing to wait.  We don’t want the social revolution to come tomorrow morning; it would be too upsetting.  We want it to come very gradually in the distant future, when we shall all be prepared and able to sustain the shock.

In the meantime, we must be getting ready, by instituting industrial,
educational and orphan asylum reforms. 
               Yours, with fraternal love,
                                               Judy
Monday, 3rd hour

11th February
Dear D.-L.-L.,

Don’t be insulted because this is so short.  It isn’t a letter;
it’s just a line to say that I’m going to write a letter pretty soon
when examinations are over.  It is not only necessary that I pass,
but pass well.  I have a scholarship to live up to. 
                       Yours, studying hard,
                                               J. A.

5th March
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,

President Cuyler made a speech this evening about the modern generation being flippant and superficial.  He says that we are losing the old ideals of earnest endeavour and true scholarship; and particularly is this falling-off noticeable in our disrespectful attitude towards organized authority.  We no longer pay a seemly deference to our superiors.

I came away from chapel very sober.

Am I too familiar, Daddy?  Ought I to treat you with more dignity and aloofness?—­Yes, I’m sure I ought.  I’ll begin again.

My Dear Mr. Smith,

You will be pleased to hear that I passed successfully my mid-year examinations, and am now commencing work in the new semester.  I am leaving chemistry—­having completed the course in qualitative analysis—­ and am entering upon the study of biology.  I approach this subject with some hesitation, as I understand that we dissect angleworms and frogs.

An extremely interesting and valuable lecture was given in the chapel last week upon Roman Remains in Southern France.  I have never listened to a more illuminating exposition of the subject.