I never saw a letter from this "City of the Angels," so I thought I would write you one. I am a little girl only ten years old, but I like to read. I am very glad when Tuesday comes, for that is the day I get the Young People. It takes a long time for the paper to get here, and I suppose that while I am reading this week's number some little girls in New York are reading the next number. I expect you would like to hear something about this city so far away. Here the weather is so very fine—just the same the whole year round. We do not have hot days as they do in the East, and the nights are always cool. The winter is the prettiest part of the year, for then everything is green. You ought to see the orange groves and vineyards. They pick oranges every day in the year. I tell you, I love oranges. Papa says he could catch me in a dead fall with oranges—whatever that is. Besides oranges, they grow lemons, figs, cherries, apricots, limes, walnuts, and oh, so many things! And oh, the roses—I do love roses so!—bloom all the time. You must not think that because we are so far away we do not see anything nor have anything that other people see and have. We have everything you have East. My favorite piece is "Toby Tyler." I like Our Post-office Box ever so much. I have no pets; but I have a nice doll, and a mischievous brother who is five years old. His name is Guy.
Louida O'B.
Hamilton, Massachusetts.
I am a little girl ten years old. I have a little tortoise-shell kitten. He is so cunning! I named him Twinkletum Shine, after a star that was in Young People. Tell the Postmistress to tell Jimmy Brown to write some more. This is my second letter, but the other was not printed. I was so sorry!
Ella W. F.
Tampa, Florida.
I am a little girl twelve years old, and have taken Harper's Young People nearly a year, and I enjoy it so much! Papa has a beautiful orange grove, ten miles from Tampa, and we do enjoy the oranges, for they are so sweet. Tampa is beautifully situated on Tampa Bay. We have a splendid view of the Gulf of Mexico. I have eighteen dolls, and a cat named Baby, who eats raw cabbage and turnips, and talks for his dinner. He will let me dress him up in my dolls' clothes, and put him in my dolls' carriage, and take him to ride. I had a nice dog named Spot, but some one poisoned him, and he died. I have only one sister, and she is older than myself. We are the only children. I have tried a great many of your candy receipts, and they have proved to be splendid. I fear my letter will weary you. Much love to the Postmistress.
Minnie W.