South Cortland, New York.
I am a little girl five years old. My father is Postmaster, and he has taken Harper's Weekly twenty-four years, and Young People ever since its publication. The pictures have always pleased us.
My grandma is writing this for me, as I have to print my letters, and as she is seventy-eight, you will please excuse mistakes.
Little Spry, our dog, is a great favorite of mine. My uncle went to Europe, and left him in my care. I have a great many chickens, and two cats. Papa has five horses, and my sister can ride upon them when she is home from school; I dare not. We have a variety of fruit, which is so nice. Cortland Valley is beautiful, and I am glad it is my home. The grand old maple-trees surround our house.
Now please print my letter, so that I can hear it read when the paper comes next time, and I will play on the piano for joy.
Louise R.
Jersey City, New Jersey.
I was eleven years old the 6th of last month (September, 1881). Papa got the first volume of Young People bound for my birthday present. I would not exchange it for any book I ever saw. I like all the stories. I think if Jimmy Brown would spend more time in writing to the Post-office Box, his father would not have to call him up stairs so often, and I wish he would take my advice and try it. I am glad Tim and Tip have got away from that brute, Captain Pratt. Papa thinks the boys will lose their dinner if they don't get something better than a rope to hang their kettle on. When Tip kills a bear, I hope they will send it to Harper's Young People, so you can put a picture of it in the paper. I did not mean to write so long a letter.
Lillie C. S.
Tremont, New York.