I enjoy reading the letters in the Post-office Box very much. I am
eight years old. I have no brother nor sister, and no pets except a
canary-bird. I go to school, and I have been promoted into the
Intermediate Department. My teacher's name is Miss F----, and I
like her, though she does give black marks. I haven't had any yet
that I know of. When we went to the Centennial Exhibition we
visited New York, and mamma, papa, and I went all over Harper's
Building, but they didn't print HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE then. I take
music lessons every Saturday. My lesson is in four sharps. I don't
like sharps. My music-teacher's name is Mrs. L----, and she intends
to teach me a little song when I shall have taken half a term.
Mamma says that editors like short letters, so I will stop.