I can hardly wait until I get Young People. I think the story of "Toby Tyler and Mr. Stubbs" is just splendid. One wet day two little friends came to play with me. Bertha was the fat woman, and I was Toby. I wish you could have seen Allie as our Living Skeleton. We found out that Mr. Treat knew what he was talking about when he said it was much easier to get a fat woman than a skeleton. We had great fun playing tableaux.
Morton B.
The following letter is not written in Chinese, nor in Sanskrit, nor in any other uncommon language, but is simply a "Baby Letter," written by little four-year-old Bertha S., to Our Post-office Box. Bertha's mother writes that the little girl is sure her letter will be printed, and that the circle in the lower left-hand corner is a kiss for the editor. After that, it wouldn't do to disappoint her, would it?
Montgomery, Alabama.
My father brings me Young People every week. I keep my papers in my wall-pocket that grandma gave me Christmas. I got a beautiful doll for a present, too.
Christmas week we had snow here, and we had a fine time sleigh-riding and snow-balling.
I am going to New Orleans with papa and mamma for mardi gras.
Nellie O.