Sheepscott Bridge, Maine.
I am thirteen years old. I have taken Young People ever since it started. I have had to leave my school. The doctor says I hurt my knee on my velocipede, and I have been doctored ten weeks. I can go without my crutch now some. I am very glad when I am in the hammock to see my Young People coming, and thought about the Cot for little children, so my father has given me two dollars for a birthday present, and I send it for the Cot, and hope it will help some poor little lame boy. He bought me a printing-press, but I am too lame to use it.
C. E. Carney.
Cornwall-on-Hudson, New York.
The inclosed two dollars and twenty cents are the proceeds of a circus which my brothers, my sisters, and my little friends held recently. I ought to mention Victor, the shepherd dog, who I thought did his part better than anybody else. Some of our mothers contributed the refreshments because we went without fire-crackers. We all voted to send it to you for Young People's Cot. The poor children that occupy the Cot don't have so much fun as we do in sending the money and in the circus.
Franklin P. Noble.
St. Louis, Missouri.