Dear Mr. Merry:
I wish you a happy new year. I think I have found out the answer to the puzzle in the January number, which is Constantinople. As I am not much of a poetess, I cannot put it in the form of an acrostic or rhyme, and I hope a plain answer will do. It is the first one I have ever found out, but I think it is because I have not had patience enough, for I found it very easy. I am glad you are going to have some good long stories, equal to the Siberian Sable-hunter, in this year’s Museum. I feel much interested in the story of Bridget Trudge. I laughed well at the red bonnet and yallar silk gown, and fan with Wenus on one side, and Cowpig on the other. But none of us can tell what Cowpig means. Please explain it in the next chapter about them.
P.S. My sister Lottie is very disappointed at not finding any “Little Leaves.”
E.P.C.
The letters of R. P. H., E. B. P., and James P., will appear in the next number.
We insert the following with pleasure, which the writer tells us is a true picture of a dear home. It makes our old heart glad to find that we are welcome, even among the mountains.
A WINTER EVENING IN THE COUNTRY.
Away among the mountains a pleasant farm house lies,
And round its fireside gather sweet faces and bright eyes;