I suppose I might call you Dear Mr. Girl-Hater. Only that's rather
insulting to me. Or Dear Mr. Rich-Man, but that's insulting to you, as
though money were the only important thing about you. Besides, being
rich is such a very external quality. Maybe you won't stay rich all your
life; lots of very clever men get smashed up in Wall Street. But at least
you will stay tall all your life! So I've decided to call you Dear DaddyLong-Legs.
I hope you won't mind. It's just a private pet name we won't
tell Mrs. Lippett.