Since you have so pleasant a school-room, I suppose you find it very
easy to study, and so make great progress. I wish a number of the little
correspondents would write about their school-rooms. I had charming
times at one to which I was sent when about eight years old. There was
no carpet. Instead of curtains, there were faded shades of green paper.
The school-master sat at a battered desk at the head of the room. On one
side were the boys, and on the other the girls. The girls used to play
at noon under a mighty oak-tree. We had picnics there nearly every day,
with oak-leaf plates and a tin dipper for a goblet. Do any of my little
friends have such picnic parties now?
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I thought I would write and tell you about a pet I had; it was a
canary-bird. It would sit on my finger when I would put it in the
cage. Its name was Dicky. It was only a young bird, and could not
sing very well. I am thirteen years old. I would like to exchange
with any little girl or boy a 5-cent piece dated 1775 and a fifth
of a Chinese penny, for the best offer.
NETTIE AMELUNG,
865 Lincoln Place, Brooklyn, N. Y.
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I wouldn't cry about it, dear.
Though things are going wrong;
'Tis much the better way, my dear,
To sing a little song.
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