As so many of the children write about their pets, I think I will
write about mine. I have a gray and black kitty which came to us
three years ago. When he appeared some one called him Tramp, which
made me cry; so mother would not let his name be Tramp, but called
him Puffy. Now he is a very handsome cat, and walks in and out in
the most dignified manner. I have two snow-white kittens, and I
love them very much.
My brother has a dog three months old named Carlo. He is very
playful and mischievous, and teases the kittens, until they get out
of patience, and give him a cuff on the ear for his insolence. I
have also a canary-bird that sings beautifully.
Dearest of all my pets is my horse. His name is Jerry, and I
harness him when I please, and some of the rides I take over our
beautiful hills and around our little village would do all the
young people good. I wish they could ride with me some bright, cool
morning. They would return with good appetites for dinner. I am
thirteen years old.