Clifton, New Jersey.
I live in a beautiful village three miles south of Paterson. I consider Mr. Otis a splendid author. I am nine years of age. I have an excellent book on Natural History, by the Rev. J. G. Wood.
Sadie D.
Rapidan, Minnesota.
The Blue Earth River, on which we live, rose twenty feet above low-water mark this spring, and logs and blocks of ice floated away. Among other curious things afloat was a wagon, and a pig-pen with pigs in it. I am eleven. I have three sisters younger than myself. My baby sister Maggie, who is only nineteen months old, cries, "Harp! Harp!" whenever Young People comes.
Edith C.
New York City.
I would suggest that some of the collectors of postage stamps should turn their attention to butterflies. They cost nothing, and a child who lives on a farm can easily make a splendid collection of them. Rare butterflies, and even common ones, are very beautiful. Butterflies, for sea-weed, would make a good exchange, I think.