Brooklyn, New York.
I want to tell you about our cat, whose name is Miss Moll; my little brother named her, and he is three years old. Miss Moll trots all over the house, and when she wants to go out, she stands by the door and mews. When she wants to come in, she scratches at the door. She will lie down on her back, and play with any one's hand, although she is a middle-aged cat.
We also have a dog, but he does not amount to much, except that he is a good watch-dog, and he belonged to my brother, who is now dead.
I go to the public school, where I received a prize for writing and composition. (They don't give prizes as a general thing.) This is my first letter.
Grace I. T.
I am glad you were the fortunate little winner of a prize.
Frederick County, Maryland.
As I have seen no letter from here, I thought I would write, and maybe you would publish it. I am a little girl eleven years old. I live in the country near Frederick city. I have a dear little brother; his name is Charley. He is a little naughty sometimes, though. Charley has three dogs—their names are Sport, Jack, and Butty—and he has a very pretty Alderney calf, also ducks and chickens. He is very kind to them. My aunt Kate gave me Young People for a Christmas gift. I like it very much. I have twelve little cousins; we go to school together, and have very nice times. I send my love to you, Mrs. Postmistress, and to all the little girls and boys.
E. K. H.