Mabel Hicks.
Dear Pansy:
I am eight and cannot write well. I tried last week. The words were hard to spell. I got tired. Tears came, so did mamma, and said, “Wait, I will help you.” I have taken your paper since I was a bit of a girl, and love it, and can hardly wait till it comes.
I have many, many, many naughty traits. Send me a badge. It may help me. Mamma and my good auntie read The Pansy to me, and they enjoy it as much as I. Papa died before I was three years old. I want to be good “For Jesus’ sake.”
Annie T. Dana.
Dear Pansy:
Your answer to my last did me a world of good. I have it in my album, as one of my most precious treasures. I’m determined to grow up a useful Christian woman—thanks to the “Whisper Motto” and the influence of Pansy and my mother. Mamma has no ambition for her children but that they become genuinely good. When we are determined to be so, she wishes us to join some church. There are six, and as merry and happy as the “Little Peppers” of whom dear Margaret Sidney wrote so sweetly.
Blanche Crawford.