Yonkers, New York.
I receive my paper every Tuesday afternoon. I think it is the nicest paper that was ever published for little folks, and big folks too. I have taken it ever since 1879, and now I have one hundred and twenty-seven numbers.
I must tell you about a little black-and-tan dog we had. His name was Dot, and he seemed to know everything that was said to him. When I went to school, he would follow me, and if I went to my recitation, he would come and stand at the head of the class. When he was thirsty, he would go to the water-cooler, and bark for a drink. After a while a cruel dog bit him in the neck, and soon after he died. I have a goat that I trained myself.
Belle H.
What a cunning little dog, to stand at the head of the class! He did not wish, like a dunce, to go to the foot, did he? And what a pity he died!
Cayuga, Canada.
I am a little girl who was eight years old last August. My auntie in Lockport sends Young People to me. I thought a great deal of "Toby Tyler," and now that "Mr. Stubbs's Brother" has come, I enjoy it immensely. I have a little kittie called Pugo. She is gray and white, and is afraid of our parrot. The spring has come, and I am so glad, for we will soon be able to go to the woods and gather wild flowers.
Maggie L. A.
Floyd, Louisiana.