سلام همسفران جاده ی بابا لنگ دراز
'No, ma'am,' Jerusha murmured, since some reply seemed to be expected at this point.
'To-day at the regular meeting, the question of your future was brought up
19th December Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
You never answered my question and it was very important.
I have it planned exactly what you look like--very satisfactorily--until I reach the top of your head, and then I AM stuck. I can't decide whether you have white hair or black hair or sort of sprinkly grey hair or maybe none at all.
Here is your portrait:
Would you like to know what color your eyes are? They're grey and your eyebrows stick out like a porch roof ( beetling , they're called in novels), and your mouth is a straight line with a tendency to turn down at the corners. Oh, you see, I know! You're a snappy old thing with a temper. ( Chapel bell.)