Montclair, New Jersey.
I am a little girl, nine years old. We have two dogs; their names are Dan and Frisk. Dan is a pointer. He is very loving and full of fun, and if you throw a ball, he will run and bring it back to you, and he plays hide-and-seek as well as a little girl could. Frisk is a little yellow dog. He is very ugly, but very funny. While I was writing this letter Dan came in and jumped on the paper with muddy paws, so I had to copy it over.
Lily C.
THE FIRST SAIL.
Little Jimmie Evereux stood on the pier looking at a white sail-boat with two seats in it, and wondering if his papa would ever come and give him the long-looked-forward-to first ride in it. Jimmie had on his new blue sailor suit, and it was no wonder that passers-by looked with interest at the "blue-eyed laddie," who had waited so patiently for half an hour. But all things come to an end at last, and Jimmie's patience was no exception. After a long look up and down the shore, Jimmie crossed the street and went up the walk toward the pretty cottage where he and his mamma and papa and auntie lived all summer.
Mamma and auntie sat on the piazza, sewing and talking. Said mamma:
"Mrs. Gray has been ill, I hear. I pity her so much! She doesn't seem to enjoy life one bit."
"Oh, I don't know," said auntie. "Perhaps she needs rest. Why not invite her out here for a little while?"