Brooklyn, New York.
The other afternoon papa took my little sister Annie to Mr. Barnum's circus, and I want to tell Young People the joyful news she brought when she came home. She rushed into the house in great excitement, calling out: "Oh, mamma, mamma, Mr. Stubbs isn't dead, because Mr. Barnum has got him all safe and well! I saw him myself in a big wagon, and Toby Tyler was there talking with him." Annie has mourned bitterly over the sad death of the poor monkey, and since she went to the circus and saw him alive, she has been a much happier little girl. She says a dozen times a day: "I'm so glad Mr. Stubbs didn't die! I knew they couldn't be so cooel as to let him die!" She tells everybody that comes to the house that Mr. Stubbs is alive, and that Mr. Barnum has got him all safe.
I don't know what we children would do without Young People. We can hardly wait for Tuesday night, when papa brings it home.
H. C. L.
Bethlehem, New York.
I want to tell Young People about my guinea-fowls. I wish all the little readers could see them. They have such lovely spotted feathers, and such cunning little heads, and they make such a funny, screeching noise that they frighten away the chicken-hawks. I wish I could send all the little girls some of their pretty feathers.
I am eleven years old, and my music teacher says I can play the piano very well.
I. L. K.
Burlington, Vermont.
I have an Excelsior printing-press. I have not had it very long, but I have earned a few dollars with it. My uncle has a printing-office, and three or four presses. I like to go and watch him print, and I like to print myself very much.
We have a summer-house on the shore of the lake, and a boat. We go there in the long vacation, and stay two or three months. I have a great deal of fun. I own a sail-boat about two feet long. It sails splendidly.