Percy William S.
By this time Percy is, I hope, quite well and strong again. We like to receive pleasant words from little friends across the water.
Shopiere, Wisconsin.
This is a very small place, though it is very pleasant. I have never seen any letters from this place, so mine will be the first. I have a pet sheep named Nig; like "Mary's lamb," it followed me to school one day. It was a warm day, and I had gone to school in the afternoon. Mamma was home alone, and she heard Nig bleating as though something were the matter, and she went out and found him panting as if he were very warm; so she let him through into the yard (never thinking that the gate was open), and he began to eat, so she did not watch him. But the first she knew he was gone. One of the girls at school saw him, and knew he was mine, and began to laugh. The teacher asked her what she was laughing at, and she said, "Lula's lamb is here." I went out, and found him walking around, trying to find me. I took him home then. I have two other sheep and two lambs. I am taking up a great deal of room, but I want to tell you about thirteen chickens I had last summer. Papa gave them to me for taking care of the other hens. I soon got them tame, and I could take corn and shell it over myself, and they would scramble over me, sometimes pecking at my teeth. I sold them for twelve shillings. I have a brother De Witt who is fifteen. I am twelve.
Lula H. P.
So Lula's lamb was like Mary's, and "it made the children laugh and play to see a lamb at school." Why did you not give him a prettier name, dear? You are very kind to your pets, and that makes them so gentle. You must have been as pretty as a picture, with the little chicks scrambling over you for the kernels of corn.
Omega P. O., Madison Parish, Louisiana.
I'm a little boy six years old, and I take Harper's Young People. I'm more interested in Jimmy Brown's stories and the little letters than in anything else, though I like "Mr. Stubbs's Brother." My papa is on the railroad in Arkansas, and will be home to see us soon. He says there are ever so many ticks in the pine woods. I feed and water the chickens, and sweep the hall and gallery every day. I will tell you of the overflow in my next letter. I've got a buddie George; he lives with his auntie May, and I live with my aunt Leila, as my own mamma is dead, and my papa married my aunt. With many good wishes to Toby Tyler, your little friend,