I have a very kind friend who gives me Young People every week, and I like "The Cruise of the 'Ghost,'" "Tim and Tip," and the stories that Jimmy Brown and George Cary Eggleston write. My father is away all day, as he is a railroad conductor, and every Sunday he asks me if I have read Young People this week. Last Saturday two other boys and myself went after wild grapes, and we each brought home a peck of them.
Harry S. W.
Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts.
I am a little girl, twelve years old, and am over seven hundred miles from my home. To-day I went to the Public Garden in Boston, and had a ride in the swan boat on the little pond, and saw a lovely rainbow through a fountain. Then I saw on Boston Common four cunning little goats harnessed to a little wagon called Baby Mine. I have seen many new and pretty things I could tell you about, but I suppose you have so many little correspondents that I will not write any more this time.
May H. L.
The little matter of business to which you refer in your letter has been attended to, and we think you were kind and considerate. You might have told us more about Boston. Did you climb to the top of the Bunker Hill Monument, and did you visit the spacious Library? Perhaps you will tell us when you write again.
Utica, New York.
This is the first letter I have ever written to your dear little paper. I am twelve years old. I have a nice little pussy which I call Pansy, and my brother dipped her in a pail of dirty water. I don't think it was very kind of him; do you?
I have read "Toby Tyler," and I hope "Tim and Tip" will be as good.