When next I go to one of our Saturday afternoon concerts in Prospect
Park, I will think of you, dear, and wonder whether the bands are
playing the same airs in Brooklyn and Honolulu.
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I send you some poetry my father wrote on my birthday. I live in
Mount Vernon, a few miles from New York. We have a large martin
box, and this spring, before the martins came, a lot of sparrows
built their nests in it. When the martins arrived and found the
sparrows in their house, they gave them notice to leave; but the
sparrows fought for their place like little warriors, and the
battle lasted a week before the brave sparrows were beaten off. I
like YOUNG PEOPLE ever so much!