All the battles of the Revolution in one day! I wonder you slept a wink the night after such tremendous exertion. But boys are made of steel springs and India rubber, and can stand a good deal of pounding. Please send me word about the various doings of your holiday club, and don't let the fun interfere with your studies, or else the preceptors and professors may veto your good times. I am glad you are so successful as amateur printers.
New York City.
I am a little boy nine years old. I have a cat and a kitten. The cat's name is Gypsy, but I have not named the kitten yet. I take Harper's Young People, and I like it very much. The other day the kitten fell from a chair and hurt its leg, but it is well now.
Cito S.
Dear little Robin D., who often sends answers to puzzles, was not well, and so mamma became her amanuensis, sent her answers and her new puzzles, which will see the light before long, and this pleasant little message to the Postmistress and to Marion W.
I hope Robin is quite well by this time.
Robin says: "Mamma, tell the Postmistress that my little pet bird Jimmie died, and wasn't it too bad, but that now I have a beautiful white dove and a dear little bird whose name is Montie, but I still mourn for Jimmie, whose cage was draped in mourning for a whole week. We buried him in our yard."
Robin thinks that Edgar is a very pretty name for a boy, or Irving. She does not really know which to choose for little Marion W.'s dear baby brother. She says, "If one little girl may put in more than one name for Marion to choose from, put both Irving and Edgar in from Robin D."
I am very sorry little Jimmie died. When Marion chooses a name, she must not forget to send us all word what it is, as we feel quite an interest, don't we, children?