Washington, D. C.
I have four little brothers, named John, Billy, Harry, and Tom.
We have a dog which is very smart. He will turn a somersault backward, and stand on his head. We also have a little donkey three feet high, which we ride; but she will not let anybody else ride her, as she will stand up on her behind legs and jump, really. We have a pigeon that will eat meat and sweet-potatoes, and can sing. Don't you think that is queer?
I am seven years old, and I wrote this all by my own self. Please put it in the letter-box.
Your loving little reader,
Hic H. T.
You write so plainly and make such beautiful capital letters that you deserve ten good marks, dear.
Hammer away,
Blithe and gay.
Work whilst you work,
Play whilst you play:
And the rust must be moved
And the shield kept bright,
For the battle of life which we
All have to fight.
Lockport, New York.
I have never seen any letters from this city, so I thought that I would write to you. I like the stories very much, especially "The Little Dolls' Dressmaker." Last evening we tried the game of Anagrams, and found it very amusing. My pet is a great big Newfoundland shepherd dog, and his name is Rob Roy. One day some one rang the front-door bell, and on going to the door we found it to be Rob. He does it quite often now. I am almost thirteen years of age. I send a puzzle to you. Good-by.