This is a fairy tale, an orphan made good story. She gets her education and her man. What's not to love?
There's some proto feminism in here too. I loved this thought, tucked away in Judy's description of college learning:
Don't you think I'd make an admirable voter if I had my rights? I was twenty-one last week. This is an awfully wasteful country to throw away such an honest, educated, conscientious, intelligent citizen as I would be.
The first Wednesday in every month was a Perfectly Awful Day - a day to be awaited with dread, endured with courage and forgotten with haste.
This is the first love letter I ever wrote. Isn't it funny that I know how?