Troy, Kansas.
I am eight years of age. I can write, but not plain enough for "tired eyes." I can set up type, and print in a small printing-press, so I will print this letter. I have no pets, as we stay in one place but a short time. I had a pretty kitty when we were at home. One day mamma put some paper shoes on her feet, and it was too funny to see how she acted. She shook one foot and then another, until she got them off.
I have a sister named Bessie, nearly four years old, and every day we take a long walk.
I go to school now, and read in the Fourth Reader, and study arithmetic, spelling, geography, and writing.
I have taken Harper's Young People for over a year. I like everything in it, but Jimmy Brown's are the funniest stories.
I see a great many interesting things, going from place to place, but my letter is already too long, so I will close.
J. B.
The little Glastenbury girl who does not like cats has stirred up quite a number of defenders for the household pet. We would like her to write again, and let us know whether she has been converted by the friends of puss.
Glenwood, Iowa.
I want to say a word to the girl who don't like cats. I have two beauties—Skip, who is so black that mother calls him Prince of Goree, and Bronk, a lovely blue Maltese. They have so many cute little ways, and afford so much pleasure to us all, that I know that little girl who "hated cats" would like these Western kitties.
Now let me tell how much I like the little paper. I have read every number that has been published so far. Even father listened to "Toby Tyler," and wondered why Mr. Otis had to kill Mr. Stubbs, though he said he supposed Uncle Daniel would not know what to do with a monkey, and it was lucky he was killed. Jimmy Brown affords us great amusement. I wonder who the real Jimmy is! Young People reaches us on Saturday, and that is a happy day for