New Albany, Indiana.
I read so many letters in the Post-office Box from other little girls that I thought I would write myself. I like Young People so much that I can hardly wait until it comes.
I had some pet chickens. They were so tame they would eat out of my hand. I had a bird too, but it fell into its bath-tub, and was drowned. My only pet now is a cat named Kitty Clover.
N. V. L.
Chicago, Illinois.
I am six years old. My cousin, who lives with me, has taken Young People since the first number. My sister is writing this for me, because I can not write very well yet, but I tell her just what to say.
I have lots of pets. I live in Chicago, not far from the Park, where I go to ride in a little goat-cart drawn by two goats that my uncle Will gave me last Fourth of July, which was my birthday. I have a pet canary which I have made very tame by catching it and making it accustomed to being handled. Now it is so tame that it will come when I call, "Goldy, Goldy," even if it is in another room. It also does many funny tricks. It will pull all the pins out of the cushion, and the hair-pins from mamma's hair.
I have a parrot which talks French, because we got it in France, when we were there winter before last; also, a little white kitten named Snowdrop, which always goes to sleep with Cecil, my dog.