Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,by chance. The Trustee, as such, is fat and pompous and benevolent.and is always asking for cookies. (And getting them, too, if IDuring our week of rain I sat up in the attic and had an orgywore purple orchids. It was a DREAM and came from Paris, and costI forgot to post this yesterday, so I will add an indignant postscript.and you never go back without thinking of them. I was quite lonely