The other day we drove to see the highest mountain near here, and just before we got there down came a shower. We took shelter in a log-cabin church, but before we got inside we were all wet through. We thought that was all the more fun, because we like to be in the rain.
I am nine years old, and the oldest child of five.
Sue D. T.
Saint Joseph, Tensas Parish, Louisiana.
I am a little Southern girl nine years old, and I like Young People so much! I read all the letters in the Post-office Box.
So many children write about turtles that I thought I would tell them about one my brother had once. He said it was a pet, and one day he went to kiss it, when it put out its head and bit his nose, and hung on. His old black mammy told him that it would never let go until it thundered, so he ran all around, screaming, "I wish it would flunder! I wish it would flunder!" The noise he made frightened the turtle so that it dropped off without waiting for thunder.
My brother is a grown man now, living in New Orleans, and we often laugh at him about his turtle and the "flunder."
Annie Fleming L.