But I hope you slept;you must, you know, because then you will get well faster and cancome to me. I never told you,did I, that Amasai and Carrie got married last May? Of course I WANT to believe that! He told me to wait in the drawing-room. The pigs are unusually fat, the cows seem contentedand the hens are laying well. I can't stay here. I couldn'tthink of anything to say. Affectionately, Judy. You'll not stay long enough to excite him?' It's the sweetestbook you ever saw--it is, truly. Oh, but I have been stupid! I'd almost ratherbe miserable for the rest of my life. For in spite of being happier than I ever dreamed I could be,I'm also soberer. I don't believeI ever shall sleep again--or eat either. We are supposed to be inside the campusat seven, but we are going to stretch a point tonight and make it eight. I think he'll end up by going hometo Worcester and taking a job in his father's factory. Affectionately, Judy. I want to have you closeby where I can touch you and make sure you are tangible. For two days I'vebeen laid up with swollen tonsils; I can just swallow hot milk,and that is all. You don't think me conceited, do you, Daddy dear? It's especiallyfun when your kind of work is the thing you'd rather do more thananything else in the world. He is just himself, and I miss him, and miss him,and miss him. With beautiful scenery all about, and lotsto eat and a comfortable four-post bed and a ream of blank paperand a pint of ink--what more does one want in the world? Yours, for ever and ever, Judy. A friendof Pepys devised a very cunning manner whereby the king might payhis debts out of the sale to poor people of old decayed provisions. I regard itas a very unusual adventure. I wish I knew you. I reread this book several times finally checking it out for the last time when I … Anyway, she feels now as though all the good things were coming together. I would write while sheSETTLED and we could be together in the evenings. I am sorry that the necktie I sent was so wobbly; I knit it with myown hands (as you doubtless discovered from internal evidence).You will have to wear it on cold days and keep your coat buttonedup tight. You watch me becomea great author! The whole world seems empty and aching. That took all their savings,and the support of the family falls upon the oldest daughter,who is twenty-four. `Thank the good Lord!' This new book is going to get itself finished--and published! I'm a Socialist, please remember;do you wish to turn me into a Plutocrat? Maybe later on I'll get cold and critical and sniffy. `Today came home my fine Camlettcloak with gold buttons, which cost me much money, and I pray Godto make me able to pay for it.'. You know that I've always had a very special feeling towards you;you sort of represented my whole family; but you won't mind, will you,if I tell you that I have a very much more special feeling foranother man? Why on earth don't they go to men's colleges and urge the studentsnot to allow their manly natures to be crushed out by too muchmental application? You can also support the site by buying a collection, such as the Children's Literature one, with 70 ebooks for only £4.00, Copyright © 2012-2020 Global Grey. This is a very abstruse letter--does your head ache, Daddy? That is the truth. I've been thinking very hard about it. But I'd like to get yourunemotional opinion. The professor doesn't seem to realizethat we are taking any other subject. I think we'll stop now and make some fudge. I had such faith in Daddy's ability to setthings right. You will beginto believe that I am incorrigible--I am writing a book. Affectionately, Judy. You see he really was honest. Thank you for your rosebuds. I've been trying for four yearsto get a letter from you--and I haven't given up hope yet. I suppose that some day in the far future--one of us must leave the other; but at least we shall have hadour happiness and there will be memories to live with. Just plain Jervie sounds disrespectful, and Ican't be disrespectful to you! Are you interested in poultry? Master Jervie and Master Jimmie both gave me roses, too, but I lefttheirs in the bath tub and carried yours in the class procession. The two professionsare not necessarily exclusive. The Self-Government Association hasabolished the ten o'clock rule. Then I shall have completed my life work and canretire and travel. Books. Smith, I called you.). I'm sure I haven't an idea, but I doubt if they were thinking muchabout me. Amasai, who used to be so obliging about beatingrugs and carrying wood, grumbles if you suggest such a thing. LOCK WILLOW, 19th SeptemberDear Daddy, Something has happened and I need advice. I'll try for a minute to talk about something else. I am mad about my book. I'm going to regard them(even toothaches) as interesting experiences, and be glad to know whatthey feel like. It hasn't rained for weeks and weeks. I hate themoonlight because it's beautiful and he isn't here to see it with me. Did you(individually) ever pat me on the head, Daddy? I have the honour of subscribing myself, Your most loyall, dutifull, faithfull and obedient servant, J. Abbott. Please be thinking about me. And his family are proud--and I'm proud, too! In the John Grier Home! I'm a realist now. Take care and don't catch cold. Many people prefer to read off-line or to print out text and read from the real printed page. Available in PDF, epub, and Kindle ebook, or read online. The doctor said I must be a good nurse, that you lookedten years younger. cried the mother, when she grasped the factthat that small piece of paper was one hundred dollars. Thursday MorningMy Very Dearest Master-Jervie-Daddy-Long-Legs Pendleton-Smith. Judy. Then presently the man came back and asked me please to step upto the library. If one could derive any sort of entertainment out of the oppressive fact of a Trustee, it was something unexpected to the good. `Whatever sky's above me, I've a heart for any fate.'. And you were pretty dazed, too. Haven't you any sense? Shall I askfor Mr. Smith? Yes, I will tell youthe trouble, but it's sort of complicated to write, and VERY PRIVATE. Sallie is going to do settlement work in Bostonnext winter. We can keep our lights all nightif we choose, the only requirement being that we do not disturb others--we are not supposed to entertain on a large scale. No, I'm sureI won't! It gives me a sort of vantage pointfrom which to stand aside and look at life. I'm educated! `It wasn't the good Lord at all,' said I, `it was Daddy-Long-Legs.'(Mr. Or you can buy a collection - like the one with ALL the ebooks, for only £30. I don't believe so--my memory seems to be concerned only with fat Trustees. Jervie? We belongto each other now really and truly, no make-believe. I'd be expecting to have you come motoring through--only I know nowthat that is hopeless. I'm for a moremilitant religion! I'm thinkingof moving. Do you wish to do something, Daddy, that will ensure youreternal salvation? Back to Full BooksFull Books Master Jervie and that editor man were right; you are most convincingwhen you write about the things you know. I never know what part of the world you are in, but I hope you'renot in New York during this awful weather. A. I just read this over before sealing it. But he is almost always right; he ought to be, you know,for he has fourteen years' start of me. I am thinking of starting an incubator next springand raising broilers. Others want to carry documents around with them on their mobile phones and read while they are on the move. I found this book in our church's library when I was 9 years old and I fell in love with it at first read. I sat down on the edge of a bigupholstered chair and kept saying to myself: `I'm going to see Daddy-Long-Legs! She dressmakes for $1.50 a day (when she canget it) and embroiders centrepieces in the evening. The father worked in aglass factory and got consumption--it's awfully unhealthy work--and now has been sent away to a hospital. He spends his entire time between classes in trying to figureout whether matter really exists or whether he only thinks it exists. Tomorrow is the first Wednesday in the month--a weary day for theJohn Grier Home. Isn't it funnythat I know how. I have decided to stay until I've written 114 novels like AnthonyTrollope's mother. Your cheque for my family came yesterday. Don't you think it would be nice for me to go with her,then we could have a studio together? I think he's pretty unhappy, and I know I am! I was awfullyglad to see him; he brought a momentary reminder that the world atlarge exists. I wish I could make you understand what he is like and how entirelycompanionable we are. Last week, around 34,000 people downloaded books from my site - 9 people gave donations. When I came to the house on Madison Avenue it looked so big and brownand forbidding that I didn't dare go in, so I walked around theblock to get up my courage. I think you might comeand make my acquaintance--I shall hate you if you don't! I know lots of girls (Julia, for instance) who never know that theyare happy. If a man believed in fatalism,he would naturally just sit down and say, `The Lord's will be done,'and continue to sit until he fell over dead. Yes, certainly I'll come--at half-past four next Wednesday afternoon. I started itthree weeks ago and am eating it up in chunks. Give my kindest regards to Mrs. Lippett (that, I think, is truthful;love would be a little strong) and don't forget to tell her what abeautiful nature I've developed. It would take a great deal of courage. I forgot to tell you the farm news, but it's very distressing. She was by nature a sunny soul, and had always snatched the tiniest excuse to be amused. All the way in the trainthe rails kept singing, `You're going to see Daddy-Long-Legs. What seems to you the right thing for me to do? There is so much noise that you can't hear the girls across the tablespeak unless they make their hands into a megaphone and shout. I cansee myself that it's no good on earth, and when a loving authorrealizes that, what WOULD be the judgment of a critical public? I was afraid he would regret it in the future--and I couldn't stand that! I am certain that a man named Elmer H.Griggs must be horrid. I don't think I can stand much more of Lock Willow. In college she falls in love with a young man who wants to marry her, but she refuses because she is an orphan. Doesn't itseem queer for me to belong to someone at last? I wish you were here toclimb the hills with me. I've finished the second draft of my book and am going to beginthe third tomorrow morning at half-past seven. You were yesterday beforeI left. It was so dim coming in from the brightly lighted hall that for amoment I could scarcely make out anything; then I saw a big easychair before the fire and a shining tea table with a smaller chairbeside it. If I were only a member of your family (a very distant fourth cousin)then I could come and visit you every day, and read aloud and plump upyour pillow and smooth out those two little wrinkles in your foreheadand make the corners of your mouth turn up in a nice cheerful smile. Isn't it pitiful? The way people are for ever rolling their eyes to heaven and saying,`Perhaps it's all for the best,' when they are perfectly dead sureit's not, makes me enraged. Just you and Lippett, and I don't want her. I never told him about the orphan asylum, and I hated to explainthat I didn't know who I was. He tries to lightenhis lectures with an occasional witticism--and we do our bestto smile, but I assure you his jokes are no laughing matter. Sallie and I are embellishingLock Willow with our presence during the Easter Vacation. I was so excited that really and truly my feetwould hardly take me up. I can't believe that I am really going to see you--I've been just THINKING you so long that it hardly seems as thoughyou are a tangible flesh-and-blood person. I didn't. All the grass is burnt up and the brooks aredry and the roads are dusty. I atebreakfast in the kitchen by candle-light, and then drove the fivemiles to the station through the most glorious October colouring. Dear Man, I can't bear to think how ill you've been--and all thetime I never knew it. Whenever you are away from me I shall be thinking of all the automobilesthat can run over you, or the sign-boards that can fall on your head,or the dreadful, squirmy germs that you may be swallowing. Judy. And I shall never let you be sorry for a single instant. the doctor wished to know. Oh, dearest, if that had happened, the light would have gone outof the world for me. Free download or read online Daddy-Long-Legs pdf (ePUB) book. I cut gymnasium and took it down to them right after luncheon,and you should have seen the girl's face! Affectionately, Judy. This letter sounds as though I had hydrophobia, but I haven't. But now--I shall have a Great Big Worry all the rest of my life. Guess where it's laid? Mr. James McBride spent last Sunday with us. If I have five children, like Rousseau, I shan'tleave them on the steps of a foundling asylum in order to insuretheir being brought up simply. This book has 168 pages in the PDF version, and was originally published in 1912. Emerging full grown,I get a perspective on the world, that other people who have beenbrought up in the thick of things entirely lack. Just now he turns up his noseat overalls, but he'll come to them. Our nerves had got to the pointwhere they wouldn't stand another meal in Fergussen. Yours, J. I hope you're on amountain peak (but not in Switzerland; somewhere nearer) looking atthe snow and thinking about me. Please don't keep this letter, but burn it. What more does a struggling author wish? Isn't it fun to work--or don't you ever do it? You see if it doesn't. I meant to cheer you up--and instead I have to cheer myself. What do you think, Daddy? I hasten to assure you that Iam young and happy and exuberant; and I trust you are the same. We climbed to the top of `Sky Hill'this morning where Master Jervie and I once cooked supper--it doesn't seem possible that it was nearly two years ago. Wouldn't it be possible for meto see you? Here I am at Lock Willow for the summer--for ever maybe. but it's hot. These books can take me from 2 to 10 hours to create. Daddy Long-Legs is a book written by Jean Webster and first published in 1912. Jerusha's anxious frown gave place to quick laughter. Please come. There isn't much of any farm news. What can I say to him? We are to expectMaster Jervie on Friday next to spend a week. Julia'sinviting Master Jervie, he being her family, and Sallie's invitingJimmie McB., he being her family, but who is there for me to invite? LOCK WILLOW, 3rd OctoberDear Daddy-Long-Legs. Isn't this a touching entry? I've just had an awful thought. But truly, Daddy, I think I shall have to goto Boston. You see I'm settled at Lock Willow permanently. It is funny how certain places get connected with certain people,and you never go back without thinking of them. He's connected with a bond house now, and goes about the countryselling bonds to banks. 'It made me feel secure. Free download of Daddy-Long-Legs by Jean Webster. The book was published in multiple languages including English, consists of and is available in Paperback format. She was so surprisedand happy and relieved that she looked almost young; and she's onlytwenty-four. They are so accustomed to the feeling that their sensesare deadened to it; but as for me--I am perfectly sure every momentof my life that I am happy. Humility or resignation or whateveryou choose to call it, is simply impotent inertia. She has steady work ahead for two months--someone's getting married,and there's a trousseau to make. `Is this Miss Abbott?' It's the most beautiful book you ever saw--Oh, pardon--I saidthat before. `What were your parents thinking of not to havethose tonsils out when you were a baby?' Samuel was as excited about his clothes as any girl; he spentfive times as much on dress as his wife--that appears to havebeen the Golden Age of husbands. Farewell, kind Sir. And he is--Oh, well! Skip this postscript if you don't want your sensibilities allwrought up. Excuse me for being so full of Pepys; I'm writing a special topicon him. The woods today are burnished bronze and the airis full of frost. I wouldn't ask it except for the girl; I don't caremuch what happens to the mother--she is such a jelly-fish. The idea of a "daddy long legs" growing up was very powerful to me -- especially as someone with 6 brothers and sisters! Video. Goodbye, my dearest Daddy. We think the same about everything--I am afraid I have a tendency to make over my ideas to match his! And now, Daddy, about the other thing; please give me your mostworldly advice, whether you think I'll like it or not. My diploma is in the bottom bureau drawer with mytwo best dresses. My peaceof mind is gone for ever--but anyway, I never cared much for justplain peace. What do you, a reformer, think of that? Don't you KNOW that you mustn't give one girlseventeen Christmas presents? Listen to this: `I went to Charing Cross to see Major Harrison hanged,drawn and quartered: he looking as cheerful as any man coulddo in that condition.' What must I call you? The `Farmers' National' at the Corners wouldn't have anythingto do with them in spite of the fact that they pay six per cent. It tells the story of Jerusha Abbott, who grew up in an orphanage but was sent to college by a mysterious benefactor she calls Daddy Long-Legs. I don't believe there's any bridging that gulf! Thank you, Daddy, a thousand times. Ijust want some family. Nine chickens were killed by a weasel or a skunk or a rat last week. He got so that he couldn't chew and theyhad to shoot him. Thank you so much! This book has 168 pages in the PDF version, and was originally published in 1912. In an instant it flashed over me. If something doesn't happen soon,I shall throw myself into the silo pit out of sheer desperation. This is the first love-letter I ever wrote. In the waste-basket. We decided that the best thing we could do with our ten dayswas to come where it is quiet. Finally, after Jerusha--now Judy--graduates, she asks to meet her benefactor. The postman arrives with some more news. I'm quite lonely and I want to be thought about. But I needn't have been a bit afraid;your butler is such a nice, fatherly old man that he made mefeel at home at once. She sits with her hands folded, a picture of patient resignation,while the daughter kills herself with overwork and responsibilityand worry; she doesn't see how they are going to get through therest of the winter--and I don't either. It's so much easier to talk than to write; and I'mafraid your secretary might open the letter. If I live to be ninety-nine I shall never forget the tiniest detail. I am so sorry that you have been ill; I wouldn'thave bothered you with my affairs if I had known. All rights reserved, You can also support the site by buying a collection, such as the, Children's Literature one, with 70 ebooks for only £4.00. He's going to combine the `Farmers' National'at the Corners and me on the same trip. I run Global Grey entirely on my own. They were lovely. I don't agreeat all with the philosophers who think that every action is theabsolutely inevitable and automatic resultant of an aggregationof remote causes. Oh, Daddy, I wishI knew you! And you see! Give the Home my love, please--my TRULY love. The fear that something may happen rests likea shadow on my heart. I have quite a feelingof tenderness for it as I look back through a haze of four years. It doesn'tmatter what part of the United States or Canada they come from,or what denomination they are, we always get the same sermon. If so, let me recommend that invaluable little work, 200 Eggs perHen per Year. `Not at all! When you wouldn't come to my commencement,I tore you from my heart and buried you for ever. I address you, Daddy, from a bed of pain. And I realized that a man was sitting in the big chairpropped up by pillows with a rug over his knees. I've caught the secret. We're reading him in connection with English History,original sources. This is the first day he's beenallowed to sit up. There is a family here who are in awfullydesperate straits. It's CLIMBING weather. I think of nothing else. for all the world, like a huge, wavering daddy-long-legs. Evenings arevery long when there's no one but the Semples and Carrie and Amasaito talk to. Also, I felt sort of bound to you. Seems a little early to commence entertaining, doesn't it? LOCK WILLOW, 4th AprilDear Daddy. But I still love you, Daddy dear,and I'm very happy. As soon as dinneris over, Sallie and Julia and Marty Keene and Eleanor Pratt (friendsof mine, but you don't know them) and I are going to put on shortskirts and walk 'cross country to Crystal Spring Farm and have a friedchicken and waffle supper, and then have Mr. I've determined never to marry. PS. Please get well--fast--fast--fast. We are getting the most dreadful lessons in philosophy--all ofSchopenhauer for tomorrow. Dining ina room with four hundred girls is an ordeal when you are tired. Judy Abbott, A.B. It seems funny, doesn't it, for me to be sending a cheque to you? (I like to call you Daddy dear; it's so alliterative.) Daddy-Long-Legs by Jean Webster. Commencement three weeks from next Wednesday. Fried chicken and ice-creamfor dinner, both of which he appeared to appreciate. Of course he is a Socialist,and he has unconventional ideas; maybe he wouldn't mind marrying intothe proletariat so much as some men might. I knew from the way he said it that he loved you--an I think he'san old dear! You are awfully good, Daddy, to bother yourself with me, when you'renot strong. Judy. But to be the manager of a flourishing overall factory is a verydesirable position, don't you think? We are tramping over the hills and reading and writing, and havinga nice, restful time. 15th Feb.May it please Your Most Excellent Majesty: This morning I did eat my breakfast upon a cold turkey pieand a goose, and I did send for a cup of tee (a china drink)of which I had never drank before. Download DADDY LONG-LEGS free in PDF & EPUB format. GRIGGS.'. If you have,I don't need to explain; if you haven't, I can't explain. Then he knocked and said, `Miss Abbott,' and I went in and the doorclosed behind me. I'm sorry I can'tsend you a piece; it will be unusually good, for we're goingto make it with real cream and three butter balls. I hope that being in love doesn't make everyone ten years younger. And this time it is aboutsomething that I do know--exhaustively. I do--unreservedly. Have you a butler? Master Jervie is coming up for a week or so in August, and JimmieMcBride is going to drop in sometime through the summer.
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