You are just the loveliest thing in the world to write to me three times in one week. You don't know how I love you, and how your letters cheer me up and make me twice as happy. I am writing this during history class so that explains the pencil. I hope you won't mind it or any incoherency that may result from having to listen to Mr. Stone at the same time. They changed the schedule and made it American history instead of mediaeval (excuse the spelling) and since I have had American history about a hundred times, more or less, I am not particularly interested as this goes to show. I don't think any of the teachers here are at all interesting, especially Mr Cruikshank, who teaches me Greek and who is the most horrible, sickening uninteresting creature you could imagine. I thought he was going to be horrid from his letters but not quite as horrid!
Darling little Jetty, I hope you are not working too hard. Your schedule sounds perfectly dreadful! Please, please don't work yourself to death and break down and everything. If you do I don't know what I'll do. I am not working nearly as hard as I ought to, but as soon as I get thoroughly settled I am going to try hard to catch up. I haven't very much to do, considering. I have to make up Civil government and English, which are both extremely hard but that's all, because I don't think I'll have to read up the first part of the history. My hardest day is Thursday when I have—9.05–9.30 chapel, 9.30–10.30 history, 10.30–11.30 Art, 11.30–12.30 English, 1.30–2.30 Civil government, 2.30–3.30 Greek, and then another half hour of Art stuck in somewhere there. From 3.30–4.30 we have to stay out of doors and walk around or play tennis or something, but not leave the grounds, (we can never do that without a teacher and very seldom even then.)
We generally stay out until half past five when we have to go in and dress for dinner. After dinner we go to chapel again, and then we have to stay in the parlor, or somewhere near there in the Main building, for an hour. You see that encourages intercourse between the girls!! Isn't it foolish? Then juniors and seniors can go to their rooms and study, while the others must study in the study hall. We have to have our lights out by half past ten and have to get up at half pas a quarter of seven. The other days are almost the same none of them terribly hard by any means and nothing like yours, you poor little dear. (I dont know what you will think of this letter with two different kinds of pencil, but the class is over and I had to give the other pencil back to the girl it belonged to. Please tear this awful scrawl up when you've read it) So now you have some idea of the nice little boardingschoolyou're little sister has gotten into. But I couldn't begin to tell you all the rules, some such silly ones, and so you can't really know how boarding school-y it is. If it wasn't that the girls are so nice and that I am really very happy on the whole andI don't think I could stand it. Oh, you wanted to know about the journey, didn't you? I was pretty scared when I got on the train at Washington but I found it alright and my seat and everything. My bundles were pretty heavy but I didn't have to carry them far. I was scared again at lunch but it wasn't bad, though rather lonely. I had my hat on an hour before we got to Raleigh, because I didn't have any watch, Louise Hill is nineteen, though she doesn't seem so, and very pretty, and attractive, with pretty hair and eyes but not a pretty mouth. She is rather quiet, compared to these other extremely talkative girls, and very sweet and dear. She comes from Lexington NC. The Baltimore girls names are Marguerite Thompson (called “Tom”) Marguerite LeCron, and Isabelle Hanna. They are all so nice especially Tom. I have joined Sigma Lambda which is Margaret Du Bose's and the Baltimore girls' and lots of other nice girls!. Louise was rather cross about it but I don't think she cared so awfully. Our room is rather small but we have fixed it up to look dear. We have two nice little beds, a bureau, a washstand, a screen, a table a wardrobe, my trunk, two chairs, two little rugs (one that we just bought the other day for a dollar and a half), curtains on our two windows and ever so many flags, and pictures and photographs. Aunt Annie is going to send us another bureau so our room will be quite “full up.”
I simply must close now because I have piles of studying to do and I must do it. Oh I forgot, we are going to have a masquerade German on Halloween. Margaret Dubose and I are going to be a Chinaman and a Japanese lady together Won't it be fun?
Good-bye my own darling sister. You will never know how much I love you Give my love to all the frat girls and to one especially. You know who. Her initials are JWW. Guess!