Ogdensburg, New York.
I live on the banks of the St. Lawrence River. I suppose the little readers in Florida think this is the north pole, and sometimes it is so cold I think so too. My little brother and I skate. We can not skate much on the St. Lawrence, for the ferry-boat from here to Prescott tries to keep the ice broken, and when it does freeze, it is very rough. But there is good skating on the Oswegatchie River, which runs into the St. Lawrence here.
The old windmill where a battle was fought, ever so many years ago, can be seen across the river, a mile and a half below Prescott. It was made into a light-house about four years ago, and is the best light on the St. Lawrence.
We have had snow and sleighing here ever since October. I attend school, and I can look out of my school-room window and see a number of miles into Canada, and have a splendid view of one of the grandest rivers in the world.
Cone S. B.
Pinckney Corners, New York.
It was a glad surprise to us children when papa took Young People for us this year.
I have a cat that can open grandma's door and come in. She has only one ear, the other was frozen when she was a little kitten.
I wish Judith Wolff would write more to Young People about her home. Mamma thinks it would be so nice to live there in the tropics. Here we have had such deep snow all winter that we could not go to school. I am nine years old.
Allie G.
Detroit, Michigan.
I am seven years old. I wanted to write and tell Charlie C. how sorry I am for him because his little sister Annie died and left him all alone. And I am very sorry, too, for Harry D. S., whose papa was shot by the Mexicans.
I liked Jennie Anderson's letter about the flood. Mamma cried when she read it to me.
I have just been to visit my cousin in Chicago, and I saw a monkey in the park there that I thought must be Mr. Stubbs. I was so sorry for Toby, and I hope old Ben will help him to get some more money.