daddy long legs

Chapter 25

Dearest Daddy-Long-Legs:
I've just arrived so I haven't had time to pack yet, but I can't wait to tell you how much I love The Farm.This place is really, really good!The house is square, as shown below:
The house is very old, about 100 years old.There is a porch on the side that I can't draw.It wasn't very well drawn and didn't show it for what it really was--those feather duster-like things were maples, and the thorns along the driveway were pine and hemlock.The house is located on the top of the hill, looking far away, the green grass stretches to the hills in the distance.

Connecticut's terrain is like waves in your hair, and Rock Willow Farm sits on the crest of one.The barn was originally on the other side of the road and had just blocked the view.Fortunately, heaven razed it to the ground with a flash of lightning.

There were Mr. Samp and his wife, a hired maid, and two men.The workers ate in the kitchen, and Mr. and Mrs. Samp and Judy were in the dining room.There was ham, eggs, toast, honey, cake, pickles, cheese and tea for dinner, and I talked a lot.I've never said so many words in my life and made them laugh with every word.I guess, since I've never been in the country, the questions I ask are ridiculously stupid.

The crossed-out room is not the murder scene, but my room.It was spacious, with lovely old-fashioned furniture, old-fashioned windows that had to be propped open with sticks, and hung with green curtains trimmed with gold that came down with a light touch.In addition, there is a large square wooden table, which I plan to spend the whole summer writing novels on my stomach.

oh!Uncle, I'm so excited!I look forward to the dawn, so I can wander around and explore.It's 8:5pm and I'm going to blow out the candles and get ready for sleep.Wake up at [-]am.Have you ever had such a fun day?I can't believe I'm still Judy.You and the merciful God have given me so much, I must be a very, very, very, very good person to repay you.I'll do it, just wait and see.

good night!

Judy
Rock Willow Farm
Saturday night

Also:

If only you could hear the frogs croaking and the piggies squealing, and that crescent moon—it's rising over my right arm.

(End of this chapter)