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Utica, New York.
There are three cats which I would like to tell you about, but as it would be too long a letter, I will divide it into two, and send you the other another time. The first was a little half-bred Persian, and as she had beautiful fur, we called her Fluffy. She belonged to my sister, so we took her to a boarding-school in England, for we lived there then. After breakfast at school we used to have prayers, and I am sorry to say Fluffy used to behave very badly. She would jump up on the table and lick the butter off the bread, or run up the curtains, and look down from the top with such a catch-me-if-you-can air that it was very difficult to keep from laughing. We had great fun with her, for she used to walk into the school-room in the middle of lessons, and of course we used to try and hide her from the governess. We had her at school about a year, and then she died. All the girls were very fond of her, she was such a bright, loving little creature, so all the boarders went into mourning for her for a week.
Janie P. G.
Detroit, Michigan.
I have written once before, but my letter was not printed. I suppose you have a great many letters to attend to. I have a sweet little brother. He has been very sick, but he is getting better now. We have a cute little kitten, and its name is Toby Tyler. My papa is going to New York to open a studio this winter. I am very sorry, because it will be so lonesome here without him. He says maybe he will go where they publish this nice paper, and then he will write and tell us all about it. When Toby Tyler's monkey died, my little brother cried like everything, and I felt like it too. Please ask Jimmy Brown to tell us some more of his sad mishaps.
Katie J. C.