Dear St. Nicholas: I am eleven years old, and have been taking you for several years. I like you better than any other magazine. I have a brother twenty-one months younger than I am, and we look very much alike, and wear the same kind of clothes. He said he had a dream the other night, which he thought was very funny. He dreamed we were playing near the State Department, and a man told him not to get on the grass or he would whip him. After a while he dreamed that I came along and got on the grass, when the man caught me and whipped me by mistake, thinking I was my brother.
He thought the dream was very funny, but I did not see the fun in it.
Yours affectionately, Charles C.
Wasioja, Minn.
Dear Old Saint: Although my brothers and I have taken you for nearly ten years, this is the first letter I have written you.
I want to thank you for Mr. Stockton's valuable "Personally Conducted" series, and also for Mr. Scudder's "George Washington." Mr. Stockton's "Personally Conducted" makes me feel as if I had visited the places he describes.
I am, and always shall be, an interested reader.
Fred. J. S.