You can see with what nicety we have to trim our sails between chemistry and history.I like the historical method best.If I say that William the Conqueror came over in 1492，and Columbus discovered America in 1100or 1066or whenever it was，that's a mere detail that the professor overlooks.It gives a feeling of security and restfulness to the history recitation that is entirely lacking in chemistry.
Sixth-hour bell-I must go to the laboratory and look into a little matter of acids and salts and alkalies.I've burned a hole as big as a plate in the front of my chemistry apron，with hydrochloric acid.If the theory worked，I ought to be able to neutralize that hole with good strong ammonia，oughtn't I？
Examinations next week，but who's afraid？
Yours ever，
Judy
March 5th
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs，
There is a March wind blowing，and the sky is filled with heavy，black moving clouds.The crows in the pine trees are making such a clamor！It's an intoxicating，exhilarating，calling noise.You want to close your books and be off over the hills to race with the wind.
We had a paper chase last Saturday over five miles of squashy'cross country.The fox（composed of three girls and a bushel or so of confetti）started half an hour before the twenty-seven hunters.I was one of the twenty-seven；eight dropped by the wayside；we ended nineteen.The trail led over a hill，through a cornfield，and into a swamp where we had to leap lightly from hummock to hummock.Of course half of us went in ankle deep.We kept losing the trail，and wasted twenty-five minutes over that swamp.Then up a hill through some woods and in at a barn window！The barn doors were all locked and the window was up high and pretty small.I don't call that fair，do you？
But we didn't go through；we circumnavigated the barn and picked up the trail where it issued by way of a low shed roof onto the top of a fence.The fox thought he had us there，but we fooled him.Then straight away over two miles of rolling meadow，and awfully hard to follow，for the confetti was getting sparse.The rule is that it must be at the most six feet apart，but they were the longest six feet I ever saw.Finally，after two hours of steady trotting，we tracked Monsieur Fox into the kitchen of Crystal Spring（that's a farm where the girls go in bobsleds and hay wagons for chicken and waffle suppers）and we found the three foxes placidly eating milk and honey and biscuits.They hadn't thought we would get that far；they were expecting us to stick in the barn window.