Rockford, Iowa.
I have written two letters to Harper's Young People, and have never seen them in print; but I will try once more. I thought the first one went into the waste-basket, but I have since found out that both were put safely into a pigeon-hole. One day not long ago I was sitting in school, and I heard a curious noise at my ear. I stopped studying, and listened. I distinctly heard the words: "Oh dear! I am so tired squeezed in here so tight. This morning when the mail came, that great monster of a man pushed a whole lot more letters in beside me. I am going to get acquainted with them." I then heard a rustling noise, and then: "How do you do? Aren't you rather tired?" "Oh my! I should think so. I am packed in so that I can scarcely breathe. How long have you been here?" "Ever since last April." "I have just come this morning, but I have been on the road three days. I came from Kansas, and the name of the little girl who wrote me is Maudie B. She has seven kittens, a pet lamb, and a little pony, besides a whole family of dolls." I heard another curious noise, almost like thunder, only not so loud, then a bang and—awoke to find it half past two, my lesson not learned, and a boy beginning to ring the bell which is always rung just before recess.
Bat B.
Utica, New York.
I am a little boy eleven years old, and I wish to tell you what my papa brought me from Canada a short time since. He had been fishing there for about a week, and brought me a tame white rat with pink eyes. It was a curious enough pet at first, but I gave it away, as I do not like rats. I go to New York quite often to see my grandpa and grandma who live there. I always have a nice time, and see lots of pretty things. I have a collection of cards. If any little boy or girl would like to exchange cards, please address
George S. Klinck,
7 Steuben Street, Utica, N. Y.
Boston, Massachusetts.
I saw in Young People lately some anecdotes of cats, and I thought that I would like to describe a very strange cat owned by a friend of mine. This gentleman calls her a rabbit-cat, and she is very much like a rabbit. She has a "bob" tail, and her hind-legs are much longer than her fore-legs, so that she seems to tip forward as she runs.
She runs like a rabbit, and is very wild. It was very hard to get near enough to examine her. But the queerest parts are her feet; she has five toes on each hind-foot, and seven on each fore-foot. The fore-foot looks as if she had originally had four toes on it, and the three extra ones had been hitched on afterward.
I should much like to have this printed.