I never saw a letter from this "City of the Angels," so I thought I
would write you one. I am a little girl only ten years old, but I
like to read. I am very glad when Tuesday comes, for that is the
day I get the YOUNG PEOPLE. It takes a long time for the paper to
get here, and I suppose that while I am reading this week's number
some little girls in New York are reading the next number. I expect
you would like to hear something about this city so far away. Here
the weather is so very fine--just the same the whole year round. We
do not have hot days as they do in the East, and the nights are
always cool. The winter is the prettiest part of the year, for then
everything is green. You ought to see the orange groves and
vineyards. They pick oranges every day in the year. I tell you, I
love oranges. Papa says he could catch me in a dead fall with
oranges--whatever that is. Besides oranges, they grow lemons, figs,
cherries, apricots, limes, walnuts, and oh, so many things! And oh,
the roses--I do love roses so!--bloom all the time. You must not
think that because we are so far away we do not see anything nor
have anything that other people see and have. We have everything
you have East. My favorite piece is "Toby Tyler." I like Our
Post-office Box ever so much. I have no pets; but I have a nice
doll, and a mischievous brother who is five years old. His name is
Guy.