Carlisle, Pennsylvania.
I have seen a good many letters in the Post-office Box, but none from Carlisle. We live about half a mile from the Indian school, so I thought I would tell you about it. The boys all wear blue uniforms, and the girls bright dresses and ribbons. They make many useful articles, and also moccasins and bows and arrows, which they sell very cheaply. I am twelve years old.
A. Duncan Y.
Bowmansville, New York.
My mamma takes you for us, dear Young People, and we like you so much! I am going to send this, my first letter, to you. I am eight years old. I have one brother and three little sisters. We have nice times watching cows in papa's orchards. Our Sunday-school had a picnic at Buffalo Park last week; rowed on the lake, and saw the swans. We are Disciples, like our poor President. Our district is building the nicest school-house in the country. We think your stories all splendid, and could not do without you.
Alice Y. B.
Logan's Ferry, Pennsylvania.