Eleanor Randolph Wilson McAdoo to Jessie Woodrow Wilson Sayre

I haven't heard from you for ages, sweetheart. I do hope you're not sick or anything. But I will probably hear to-night if you're not, so I won't worry unless I don't. I'm sorry that I didn't write on sSunday but we were in the midst of exams then—they began on Friday and were over yesterday, thank goodness!—and I was so tired that I did nothing but loaf all day. Oh, I have such a load off my mind now that those beastly things are over and done with—and I “did myself proud” on the two I have heard about—led the class in both Ethics and English and got 94 in the first and 93 in the second. Aren't you proud of your little sister? But alas, alas I haven't yet heard about any of the others and I greatly fear that when I do my pride will have a downfall and my head will stop swelling, for I think I flunked on at least one. But Ethics and English are the only things I really care about because Mr Jay teaches the one, and I wanted to get a highs mark just because I hate him so; and Miss Thomas teaches the other and I wanted to get a high mark just because I loveherso! When do you have your exams and are they over with yet? I certainly do hope so, but you never need to worry about such things. I often think—what would they think of you and your brilliancy down here in this benighted place. I don't think that they would ever get over it.I have been so happy the last two days that I haven't known what I have been doing because I heard from Mother and she said that she was coming south and was going to stop on her way back to see me!!!!!!! I suppose you know about it already but I have to tell you again and oh Detty I am so glad and sooverjoyed!! It will be so fine to have all my friends meet Mother and to have her meet them! I can not wait for the eleventh of February to come and oh, I am so happy about it! I wish wish that you could come with her and that I could see you so soon too, because I am have been longing to see you, my own sweetest Jetty. I love you—oh so much that it hurts and hurts all the “worser” when I'm away from you. I'll have to stop because it is most time for the light bell—Good-bye my own darling and write to me soon—With love inexpressible for you