Webster, Massachusetts.
I have two little sisters. The youngest is not named yet. I go to school, and am in the Second Reader. I know the table, two and three, and up to twelve. I enjoy reading Young People. Please excuse this letter, because it is the first time I ever did try to write with a pen and ink.
Mabel.
Pueblo, Colorado.
We had a parrot, and I could take him and hug him, and touch his black tongue, and do anything I wanted to him. He knew when it was time for our meals, and would eat with us at the table. He was very fond of butter. He would walk all around the fence, and would go to the kitchen door to get in if the sitting-room door was shut. When Polly Parrot was walking along the floor, pussy would run after him, and pat his tail, which made Polly angry.
Eleanor McG.
Warsaw, Indiana.
My brother has taken Young People ever since it started, and now we could hardly do without it. I like "Who was Paul Grayson?" best of all the stories.
We have a juvenile band here, and we can play some very fine music. We have a drum-major and all, and when we parade we look something like the picture "Sons of the Brave." The band consists of fourteen boys, all about the same size and age.