I like Young People ever so much. I have no pets except my little baby brother, but there are lots of birds' nests in our orchard. One day when we were in the orchard we saw a big nest with rags woven in it, and I spied a corner of an embroidered handkerchief that was given me a year ago last Christmas. Papa was up in the tree, and he pulled it out and threw it down to me. I think it was a blackbird's nest. The eggs were green, with dark brown spots on them.
Gertie B.
Brookline, Massachusetts.
Here is a game that I invented. I have played it very often, and it is very good fun. Two boys stand opposite each other, about ten feet apart. Each boy has a ball—rubber ones are best, as they will bounce. The balls must be thrown from one boy to the other, both at the same time. When they hit in the air—which they do oftener than you would think—each boy tries to catch one on the first bounce or fly. Each ball so captured counts one. Whoever gets ten first beats.
I have some tracing paper and a lithogram which papa gave me, and I have a great deal of fun tracing pictures and copying them on the lithogram.
Willy A.
Berea, Kentucky.
I have a pair of canaries. The singer I have named Sankey; the other is Jenny. When I put mamma's mirror in the cage, Sankey will look at himself and sing beautifully, and then he will peep behind the mirror to see if any other bird is there. I am ten years old.