Adams, Wisconsin.
I am ten years old. I live in the country, near a beautiful lake called Lake Pleasant. I often have a boat-ride on it. The hills are quite high around the lake.
I live with my grandpa and grandma, and I go to school in an old yellow school-house that has stood for thirty years. We are going to have a nice new brick school-house soon, but I do not like to have the dear old house torn down, as it is the same one my mamma went to school in.
We have two hundred sheep. I have a pet lamb that will leave the flock when I call it. Its name is Dickie.
Nora P.
Randall, New York.
I am eleven years old. I have not any pets now, but I had two. One was a little dog named Fanny. It would draw a little sleigh with a milk-pail on it, and pull me on the ice when I had my skates on. The other was a little kitten that would jump and take a piece of meat out of my hand when I held it over my head.
George W. L.