Take care that the horse does not run away with you one of these merry days when you are riding without a saddle.
Detroit, Michigan.
I thought I would write and tell you about my baby brother; he is seven months old. I have a pet hen and a little kitten. My brother had a little rabbit a short time ago, but it ran away and got lost. I like Harper's Young People; we have had it every week since it came out, but I would like it better if you would write more about girls.
Clara B. K.
If you will look carefully over the last few numbers, Clara, you will find some very pretty stories and poems which are about girls. And we have some very delightful things all ready for our bright girls this autumn.
Greenwich, Connecticut.
I thought I would tell you about some historical reminiscences for which this place is noted. Not quite a mile out of the village is the place where brave General Putnam rode down what is now called "Put's Hill," and escaped from the British soldiers under General Tryon; and General Putnam's old stone house is still standing here, and is occupied.
We have no pets, but papa has a very valuable bull-terrier named Leo, which is so very gentle that my dear little sister Helen, who is only five years old, has only to speak to him to make him drop a bone, no matter how choice it may be. He never attempts to growl at us when he is eating, as some dogs do. We got him as a pup, when he was two weeks old, and as he was so young, he was sent back to his mother until he was six weeks old. Then we have two of the nicest, gentlest horses that ever were; their names are Charlie and Fannie. We have had them ten years, and we can do anything with them. They are unhitched in the main part of the stable, and they are allowed to go where they will, but they always go in the right stalls. There are four stalls, two day stalls and two night stalls. I have a collection of picture cards, and my brother Gershom and I have a splendid album of stamps. We have quite a large family—twelve in all—and necessarily never lack company.
I should think that the Postmistress would be very busy with all the letters from young people. I am my parents' sixth child and second son, and I am fourteen years old.
Fred L. S.