I enjoy reading your nice stories very much indeed, especially the
stories written by Mr. Otis. My sister Bessie and I have five hens
and one rooster. Dora is my hen. Year before last I was sick a
little while. That same year Dora had some little chickens. Specky
killed some, the other hens killed one, and the cats killed all the
rest except two. One day papa carried me out to see them; only two
came out. I supposed the others were in the coop. The first time I
went to feed them I was taking out their usual amount of food, when
my sister asked me what I was getting so much for. I did not know
until then that there were only two left. I was nine years old last
22d of February. I have never written before, so please print this.