That was all Ernest could possibly think of. But mamma, who sends it, wants the children to say whether everything with four legs is, of course, a quadruped.
Here is another little composition, by a wee girlie, who writes about kittens:
"I have a little kitty, jet-black, full of frisking and fun, and I hope she will never get to be a dreadful old cat, and run away. She plays with my apron strings, and likes a red ball best of any. My sister Lucy, when she went to the store, asked the shoe man for a pair of shoes for a baby without any heels on. This is all I can write about kittens.
"Lottie (aged 8)."
Osakis, Minnesota.
My aunt sends me Young People, and I read it as soon as it comes from the Post-office. We live on the bank of the most beautiful lake in the world. The lake is twelve miles long, and is full of fish. Boat-riding and fishing are our chief amusements. I am the only girl in the family, and my papa says that I am the prettiest girl in the Northwest.
Lunetta E. C.
Don't let papa make you vain, dear. That would be a great misfortune, wouldn't it? Do you tell him that he is the best and handsomest papa in the whole United States? I am sure you think so.