Oh, he's so sweet,
The darling thing!
On his small feet
We kisses fling.
He plays, he crows,
Can laugh and sing,
And thinks he knows
'Most everything.
He goes to bed
So sweet at night;
You'll hear his tread
Soon as 'tis light.
He plays, you know.
The whole day through,
And he can blow
His trumpet new.
All places round,
No sweeter toy
Than this is found—
Our baby boy.
Daisy M. (aged 9.)
Davenport, Iowa.
Bayfield, Wisconsin.
I am thirteen years old, and have a little adopted sister, whose name is Elsie, and whom I love just as much as if she were my own sister. She is seven years old. I wish the readers of Young People could see my canary-bird. His name is Jim. I often let him out of his cage, and sometimes he comes hopping up to me, and then he will chirp until I give him a piece of apple or orange.
I am very fond of reading. I have just finished a book called Zigzag Journeys in Europe, and I enjoyed it very much. Our house is a square from Lake Superior. We can stand at any window and look right out on the lake. Bayfield is a great summer resort for invalids and pleasure-seekers. Very nearly all the large steamboats come here. From Bayfield we can also see five of the Apostle Islands.
Susie P.
Would it not be nice if we could have all the cunning and beautiful pets our little friends write about arranged together in a great exhibition? As this is impossible, we must try to see each of them from the pretty pen pictures their little owners send.
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
I am nine years old. Last Easter mamma gave me Harper's Young People as a present. I am delighted with it, and reading those letters written by the young folks has put me in the notion of telling you something of myself. I go to school in West Philadelphia. Mamma thought the ride out there would be good for my health. I am obliged to start at eight o'clock, and I get home at two. I eat my dinner, learn my lessons, and then I am ready for play, which I enjoy greatly. I have neither brother nor sister, but I have several little friends. I have two velocipedes. Mamma gave me one when I was only four years old; it has three wheels; I call it my little clipper. The other has four wheels; I call it my propeller. I have a set of garden tools. I tell you I play hard until tea-time; then I get ready for tea. By eight o'clock I am quite ready for bed, as I have to get up at six. Sometimes I take a little ride before breakfast on my velocipede, or play with my pet cat, which I call Charlie, after papa. Mamma says she intends to turn over a new leaf, and have me black my own boots in the morning, and promises if I do it for two weeks she will make me a present of a nice blacking-box like papa's.
G. W. H.