Dear Pansy:
The boys in our society are making banners and books for the children in the hospital. The girls are sewing dresses for the little orphans who are found; they have hardly any clothes to cover them when they are found. Our Sunday-school teacher has taken a great deal of interest in our society. She has given us twenty-three books, and a great many cards. We have learned a good many missionary hymns from the cards. We have a library of sixty-three books; and a friend is going to give us some more. We meet every Saturday at my house; we are going to use our money to help provide schools for little colored children. There are about thirty members of our society. We all want to see you; we wish you would come and visit us. We will be much obliged to see you any Saturday between half-past two and half-past five. I must bid you good-by.
Your faithful friend,
Milly.
Dear Pansy:
I would like to join the P. S. And I will try to overcome the habit of talking back. I am afraid I will have hard work and will need much help. I have taken The Pansy for four years, and I like it ever so much. I like “Reaching Out” the best of all. Mother thinks “Hedge Fence” was the best, for boys. I have been in school for two winters. I am nine years old. I belong to a Bible class.
With a little of grandma’s help, I got ten new subscribers for The Pansy. When you go West, won’t you stop off and make us a visit? Because you would find lots of friends here. There are four of us in this family, grandma, papa, mamma, and I. And we will all be glad to see you. We all feel acquainted with you, because we have two of your pictures, and lots of your books.
Mamma says if I am a Pansy I must be a bronze one. Can you guess why? Some time I will tell you “Where I Went and What I Saw,” in a summer trip; but this summer I am to be one of the “stay at homes.”
Your friend,
Kimball Greenough.