I am only five years old, and my mamma is going to write this letter for me. I think "Toby Tyler" was a "booful" story; but I did cry when Mr. Stubbs got "shotted." And I want you, please, to ask Mr. Otis not to kill Tim's poor little doggie. Tim's the boy in the new story. I have got three little new kittens, and I am going to name them Toby and Tim and Tip.
Amy E. V.
The kitties are Blossie's "chillun."
Monte Sano, Huntsville, Alabama.
I would like to tell you what a nice time I am having on our lovely mountain, four miles from Huntsville, where I am spending the summer. I make beautiful sand houses, and my mamma ornaments them with fairy feet, which she makes with her hands. They look like a baby's tiny foot. I have a dear little baby brother, whose name is Tyler. For fun we call him Toby Tyler. I am going to send an offering to the "Young People's Cot," for I think it will be very nice to have one which the readers of the paper may claim. I enjoy my paper very much, as I am now beginning to be able to read it myself.
Edwin L. W.
Nantucket, Massachusetts.
I am ten years old, and have never been to school, but study at home. We have a cat that was born with three legs. His name is Trip. The first time Trip ever saw Rover, our dog, he ran right up to him, and ever since he always runs up to Rover when frightened. Once we had a Maltese cat who was very fond of Rover, and Rover was fond of Tom. Once mamma and papa were looking out of the window, and they saw Tom with his tail full of burrs, and Rover pulling them out. He got them nearly all out, when he came to one that stuck so hard that when he tried to pull it out it lifted Tom right up in the air. Tom was rather surprised, but concluded that it was all right, while Rover did not know what to do. At last he put his paw on Tom's tail, so that he should not be lifted up, and pulled out the burrs. Papa did have a live porcupine, but it died. I like the Young People very much indeed. I think that "Toby Tyler" was splendid.