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Little Flo's Letter
A sweet little baby brother
Had come to live with Flo,
And she wanted it brought to the table,
That it might eat and grow.
"It must wait a while," said grandma,
In answer to her plea,
"For a little thing that hasn't teeth
Can't eat like you and me."
"Why hasn't it got teeth, grandma?"
Asked Flo in great surprise,
"O my, but isn't it funny?—
No teeth, but nose and eyes.
"I guess," after thinking gravely,
They must have been forgot.
Can't we buy him some like grandpa's?
I'd like to know why not."
That afternoon, to the corner,
With paper, and pen, and ink,
Went Flo, saying, "Don't talk to me;
If you do, it'll 'sturb my think.
I'm writing a letter, grandma,
To send away to-night,
An' 'cause it's very 'portant,
I want to get it right."
At last the letter was finished,
A wonderful thing to see,
And directed to "God, in Heaven."
Please read it over to me,"
Said little Flo to her grandma,
"To see if it's right, you know."
And here is the letter written
To God by little Flo:—
"Dear God: The baby you brought us
Is awful nice and sweet,
But 'cause you forgot his tooffies
The poor little thing can't eat.
That's why I'm writing this letter,
A purpose to let you know.
Please come and finish the baby,
That's all—From Little Flo."
Eben. E. Rexford
Exercise Makes Perfect
True ease in writing
Comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest
Who have learned to dance.
Pope
Hurrah for the Postman
Hurrah for the postman
Who brings us the news!
What a lot it must take
To pay for his shoes.
For he walks many miles
Each day of the week,
And though he would like to,
Must not stay to speak.
Red stripes round his blue cap,
With clothing to match it;
If he lost any letters,
Oh, wouldn't he catch it!
Two Letters
FIRST
Dear Grandmamma—I write to say
(And you'll be glad, I know,)
That I am coming, Saturday,
To spend a week or so.
I'm coming, too, without mamma,
You know I'm eight years old!
And you shall see how good I'll be,
To do as I am told.
I'll help you lots about your word—
There's so much I can do—
I'll weed the garden, hunt for eggs,
And feed the chickens, too.
And maybe I will be so good
You'll keep me there till fall;
Or, better still, perhaps you'll say
I can't go home at all!
Now grandmamma, please don't forget
To meet me at the train,
For I'll be sure to come—unless
It should cloud up and rain!
SECOND
Dear Mamma—Please put on your things,
And take the next express;
I want to go back home again—
I'm very sick, I guess!
My grandma's very good to me,
But grandma isn't you;
And I forgot, when I came here,
I'd got to sleep here, too!
Last night I cried myself to sleep,
I wanted you so bad!
To day, I cannot play or eat,
I feel so very sad.
Please, mamma, come, for I don't see
How I can bear to wait!
You'll find me, with my hat and sack
Out by the garden gate.
And grandma will not care a bit
If you should come, I know;
Because I am your own little girl,
And I do love you so.
Nell's Letter
Dear Grandmamma, I will try to write
A very little letter;
If I don't spell the words all right,
Why next time I'll do better.
My little rabbit is alive,
And likes his milk and clover,
He likes to se me very much,
But is afraid of Rover.
I have a dove as white as snow,
I hall her "Polly Feather";
She flies and hops about the yard,
In every kind of weather.
The hens are picking off the grass,
And singing very loudly;
While our old peacock struts about,
And shows his feathers proudly.
I think I'll close my letter now,
I've nothing more to tell;
Please answer soon, and come to see
Your loving, little Nell.
Baby's Letter to Uncle
Dear Old Uncle—I dot oor letter;
My dear mamma, she ditten better;
She every day a little bit stronger,
Don't mean to be sick very much longer.
Dear little baby had a bad colic;
Had to take three drops of nassy palagolic.
Toot a dose of tatnip—felt worse as ever;
Shan't tate no mors tytnip, never!
Wind on tomit, felt pooty bad;
Worse fit of sickness ever I had!
Ever had stomit ate, ole uncle Bill?
Ain't no fun, now, say what oo will.
I used to sleep all day, and cry all night;
Don't do it now, 'cause it ain't yite.
Got a head of hair jess as black as night
And big boo eyes, yat look very bright.
My mamma say, never did see
Any ozzer baby half as sweet as me.
Grandma come often, aunt Sarah, too;
Baby loves zem, baby loves oo.
Baby sends a pooty kiss to his uncles all,
Aunties and cousins, big folks and small.
Can't say any more, so dood by—
Bully old uncle wiz a glass eye!
The First Letter
"Did you ever get a letter?
I did the other day.
It was in a real envelope,
And it came a long, long way.
A stamp was in the corner
And some printing when it came,
And the one that wrote the letter
Had put 'Miss' before my name.
Then there came a lot more written,
I forget now what it read,
But it told the office people
Where I lived, mamma said.
Don't you s'pose those letter-persons,
If they hadn't just been told,
Would have thought 'twas for a lady
Who was awful, awful old?
For it looked real big and heavy,
The outside was stuck with glue,
So they couldn't know I'm little,
I don't think they could. Do you?"
Youth's Companion

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