When I was in Palatka, Florida, last winter, my mamma wrote a
letter for me, which was published in YOUNG PEOPLE. I have always
been very much pleased and interested by the children's letters,
and have begged mamma to write again for me.
So many have written of their little pets, I want to tell of our
little pet robin. It fell from the nest when very small, and we
thought it would die; but my auntie made a nest for it in a basket,
and fed it often with meal and water, and it grew to be quite tame,
and when big enough would eat worms, taking them down whole, until
it could hold no more. It would fly across the room, and alight on
my auntie's thumb, and stand quietly if she was paring fruit. We
were all very much attached to it, and were hoping to be able to
have it when a full-grown pet; but one day it flew over a kettle on
the stove, and the steam scalded it, though how badly we did not
know until it died a week later. We buried it in a little box, and
really felt very lonely without it. I now have a pretty Maltese
kitten, which, like several other readers of YOUNG PEOPLE, I have
named Toby.