Arthur W. Fisher.
Dear Pansy:
I am trying to overcome my habits very hard. My great fault is to get mad so easy. And sometimes I pout when I get mad. I go off by myself, often, and ask the Lord to help me to quit such a habit. Please help me to overcome such a fault. Now my little sister Pixie wants to belong to our Band. Her fault is selfishness; she thinks she ought to have everything that is pretty. She tries to tear my Pansies every time she gets them. Still, she loves to read them. Mamma and I think they are ever so nice. I won’t let Pixie have my Pansies because I want to keep them nice; she says mamma ought to subscribe for her. I hope she will grow better as she grows older; she is very young. Now my brother Tippie, he wants to join us; he is so contrary, he don’t know what to do. But mamma says he isn’t contrary with anybody but Pixie and me. Please let me have a letter of my own from you.
I am your little eight-year-old
Cherokee Blossom.
Dear Pansy:
I like our magazine very much. I am eleven years old. I recited a piece at school that I learned from The Pansy. It was very much liked. I am going to have my magazines bound. I like the story “My Brainless Acquaintance” almost better than anything else. My little sister enjoys the pictures. I thought the last number was never going to come! Don’t you think a month is a long time to wait? Good-by.
Florence Robinson.