I have written two letters to HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, and have never
seen them in print; but I will try once more. I thought the first
one went into the waste-basket, but I have since found out that
both were put safely into a pigeon-hole. One day not long ago I was
sitting in school, and I heard a curious noise at my ear. I stopped
studying, and listened. I distinctly heard the words: "Oh dear! I
am so tired squeezed in here so tight. This morning when the mail
came, that great monster of a man pushed a whole lot more letters
in beside me. I am going to get acquainted with them." I then heard
a rustling noise, and then: "How do you do? Aren't you rather
tired?" "Oh my! I should think so. I am packed in so that I can
scarcely breathe. How long have _you_ been here?" "Ever since last
April." "I have just come this morning, but I have been on the road
three days. I came from Kansas, and the name of the little girl who
wrote me is Maudie B. She has seven kittens, a pet lamb, and a
little pony, besides a whole family of dolls." I heard another
curious noise, almost like thunder, only not so loud, then a bang
and--awoke to find it half past two, my lesson not learned, and a
boy beginning to ring the bell which is always rung just before
recess.