R. M. G.
What a naughty mother-bird! But maybe she knew better than you did what was good for her children. I think the little birdie must have fallen out by accident.
Lansing, Michigan.
The schools in our city have closed, and I am so glad, for we are going away to spend vacation. We are going to a pleasant resort called Harbor Point, on Lake Michigan, in the northern part of the State. We have a cottage there, and have delightful times boating and bathing in the surf. Does the Postmistress like the stories of Charles Dickens, and if so, which is her favorite one? Here are two verses I made up to-day:
Only a silver spoon,
Thin and battered and old,
Yet he thought he'd keep it for ever and e'er,
For ever and e'er to hold.
"Oh, take it not," said the maiden—
"Oh, take it not away,"
But the tramp put it in his pocket.
And went upon his way.
Chub.
Yes, dear, I am very fond of all Charles Dickens's stories, and my favorite one is, I think, Our Mutual Friend. Yet I am not sure, for I like The Tale of Two Cities very much, and I am about to read Bleak House for the fifth or sixth time. The little maiden in your verses should have taken better care of her spoon.
Waretown, New Jersey.
I am eight years old. I live in the country. I have a little brother Fred, and a little baby sister Alice. We had for a pet a shepherd dog named Colonel, but he ran away. I took Young People last year, and Fred takes it this. I like "The Cruise of the 'Ghost'" best. Grandpa gave Fred and me a nice fishing-pole, and takes us fishing, and sometimes we catch lots of fish. I have been to school part of a term; it is vacation now. I wrote this myself. I like to read the letters from the little girls and boys.