I was eleven years old the 6th of last month (September, 1881).
Papa got the first volume of YOUNG PEOPLE bound for my birthday
present. I would not exchange it for any book I ever saw. I like
all the stories. I think if Jimmy Brown would spend more time in
writing to the Post-office Box, his father would not have to call
him up stairs so often, and I wish he would take my advice and try
it. I am glad Tim and Tip have got away from that brute, Captain
Pratt. Papa thinks the boys will lose their dinner if they don't
get something better than a rope to hang their kettle on. When Tip
kills a bear, I hope they will send it to HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, so
you can put a picture of it in the paper. I did not mean to write
so long a letter.