This is an extra letter in the middle of the month because I'm sort of lonely tonight.It's awfully stormy；the snow is beating against my tower.All the lights are out on the campus，but I drank black coffee and I can't go to sleep.
I had a supper party this evening consisting of Sallie and Julia and Leonora Fenton-and sardines and toasted muffins and salad and fudge and coffee.Julia said she'd had a good time，but Sallie stayed to help wash the dishes.
I might，very usefully，put some time on Latin tonight-but，there's no doubt about it，I'm a very languid Latin scholar.We've finished Livy and De Senectute and are now engaged with De Amicitia（pronounced Damn Icitia）。
Should you mind，just for a little while，pretending you are my grandmother？Sallie has one and Julia and Leonora each two，and they were all comparing them tonight.I can't think of anything I'd rather have，it's such a respectable relationship.So，if you really don't object-when I went into town yesterday，I saw the sweetest cap of Cluny lace trimmed with lavender ribbon.I am going to make you a present of it on your eighty-third birthday.
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That's the clock in the chapel tower striking twelve.I believe I am sleepy after all.
Good night，Granny.
I love you dearly.
Judy
The Ides of March
Dear D.L.L.
I am studying Latin prose composition.I have been studying it.I shall be studying it.I shall be about to have been studying it.My reexamination comes the 7th hour next Tuesday，and I am going to pass or BUST.So you may expect to hear from me next，whole and happy and free from conditions，or in fragments.
I will write a respectable letter when it's over.Tonight I have a pressing engagement with the Ablative Absolute.
Yours-in evident haste，
J.A.
March 26th
Mr.D.L.L.Smith，
Sir：You never answer any questions；you never show the slightest interest in anything I do.You are probably the horridest one of all those horrid trustees，and the reason you are educating me is，not because you care a bit about me，but from a sense of duty.