Marysville, Ohio.
I like all the stories in Young People so much that I can not make a choice. I have a little sister whose name is Flora. She is four years old, and I am eleven. We each have a swing. Hers is in the grape arbor, and mine is under a large apple-tree. I had a pet kitten about two years ago, and called it Daisy. Sometimes when we were eating, and I moved my head, she would jump upon my back, and pull and bite away at my hair as if she were going to pull it off; and as that was not polite, I always made her jump down. One morning when papa went out to feed Bill, the horse, he found her dead before the barn door.
Helen N. C.
Menomonee, Wisconsin.
I am afraid my last wiggle was too late for the paper, as I sent it only a few days before the paper came, but I hope I will have better luck with this one. Mamma says she is sure mine would have been published had it been in time, as it was so nearly like the artist's idea. Papa has gone back to Arizona, and I shall coax him to write for Young People a story all about centipeds and spiders and other poisonous things, as he sees them there every day.
Mamma says when the Natural History Club is formed, Young People will be perfect.
Lottie G. N.
Little correspondents must send wiggles, etc., very promptly if they wish them to appear.
Jersey City, New Jersey.