I like the letters in the Post-office Box very much. I have a
brother nine years old, and we have three pets--two kittens, one we
call Topsy and the other Spotsy, and a large Newfoundland dog.
Every morning he brings papa his paper before he is up out of bed,
and we play hide and seek with him, and he runs to papa and puts
his face in his arms, and waits until we call "Ready," and then
hunts until he finds us.
When mamma read to my little brother Bennie about Tim and Tip,
where Captain Pratt did not use Tim well, and threw the knife and
fork at him, and whipped him so much, he went out into the garden,
and we did not know where he was. He sat down and put his arms
around Flora's neck, and cried to think how hard it was for Tim to
part with Tip.
I could tell you a great many more of Flora's tricks, but I am
afraid to make my letter too long, for fear it may go into the
waste-basket, and I would feel very sorry to have that happen. I am
twelve years old.