I wish Young People came every day instead of once a week. I was so sorry when "Mildred's Bargain" was finished! but I like the other stories ever so much, especially "Toby Tyler." I read all the letters in the Post-office Box, and wish I could see all the boys and girls who write them. The little girl away down in Texas who wrote about the first snow has no idea how much fun we Northern children have coasting on the snow crust, sometimes over drifts eight and ten feet deep.
Last Friday I spoke "Lily's Ball," the poem in No. 67 of Young People, at my school, and next week I am going to speak "My First Muff," in No. 68.
Mabel.
New York City.
I think Toby Tyler is a great boy. We used to have a monkey named Jack. Every night he would put a shawl over his head and go to sleep. Sometimes he would hold the kitten in his arms and try to put her to sleep. He would get on our pig's back, and hold on to his ears, and ride all around, and he would ride horseback to the village. When any one went out, he would watch to see if any candy were brought home, and if it was, he would stand on his hind-legs and put out his paw until the paper was opened. I am almost eight years old.
Willie K. T.
Houston, Texas, February 22, 1881.
I wish to notify correspondents that I have exchanged to the full extent of my collection, and I beg them not to write to me any more.
H. C. Yancey.