When I opened YOUNG PEOPLE yesterday, the first thing I saw was the
picture of Toby Tyler, looking as natural as ever. If I knew Toby,
I would tell him about my black cat, which he could have in his
circus. It was born with hardly any tail, and what there is of it
is crooked at the end. His hind-feet are much higher than his
fore-feet, and he growls like a bear when we touch him; so we have
named him Bruin. I also have a dog that Toby would like to have, as
he can ride on the velocipede, with my sister. He can ride sitting
in my brother's cart, with a hat on his head and a pipe in his
mouth. His name is Tiger, and he is quite large. I should think
that Toby had had enough of a circus, without wanting to be the
manager of one. I hope this letter will be put in print, for I
would like Bob Simpson to see that my cat would do as well in the
circus as his three-legged cat with four kittens.