Turin, New York.
I do not now go to school, as it is vacation, but school commences the 1st of September. I take music and painting lessons. I have painted but one picture, as I have taken only a few lessons yet. I went to Lyon's Falls yesterday. There was a large picnic there from Utica. The falls are very pretty, and there is a story about them that a long time ago an Indian was chasing a white man, and when they came to the edge of the falls, or just above (there is just above them quite a narrow place), the white man leaped over, but the Indian did not dare to follow. I did not like the way "Toby Tyler" ended, and I do not like the way "Mr. Stubbs's Brother" ends either.
L. S. R.
P.S.—Will you please tell me what Wiggles mean?
Wiggles are lines forming portions of the outlines of pictures. When a new Wiggle is given, it is a line which forms part of the outline of a picture already drawn by our artist. Those who try to solve the Wiggle problem draw a picture containing this line. Sometimes a little girl or boy happens to draw a picture which closely resembles the one which was the artist's idea when he drew the Wiggle which all are attempting.
We must ask Mr. Otis to make his next story end so happily that you and the other little women who complain of him will be pleased and satisfied. But we think that both stories conclude in a very natural way.
Fitchburg, Massachusetts.
I am five years old. My birthday was the 28th of May. I live on a farm in summer, and have nice times blueberrying and playing in the sand-heap which is near the house. My sister picked two quarts of berries the other day. My papa goes to Boston every morning, and comes home at night. Wednesday nights he brings home Young People, and I am very glad to see it. I like "Mr. Stubbs's Brother" very much, and I think it was too bad the monkey ran away. My sister is writing this for me, because I can only print. I have two sisters, and they go to school a mile and a half from here. It is very dry here, and a great many things are dying.