We are three brothers, all under nine years of age. Greenleaf is
the name of our home down in Southern Kentucky--a long way from
where dear YOUNG PEOPLE is published. We have a very lovely country
home, six acres in our front yard, with great oak-trees, in which
the little squirrels play as though they were tame. A little girl
was here, and saw them running about the yard, and up the trees,
and said, "Look at the pretty kittens up in the trees!" I wish
Birdie and Jennie could see our half-wild, half-tame squirrels. We
throw bread-crumbs under the cedars in the winter, and the
partridges get them. We never disturb them. They live in our
orchard that joins the yard. We watch them running through the
yard. The mocking-birds and thrushes build in the honeysuckles and
cedars. They have not left us this winter.
Last Saturday we went fishing, and caught twenty fish by ourselves
in a large pond. We wish so much that Horace P. F. could have some
of our fun.
EDWARD W., PHILLIP W., and
FREDERICK W., by Mother W.
The picture of your home which we have in our mind is charming. We are
glad you are so good to the little friends who live in your trees,
frolicking in the branches, or giving you sweet concerts mornings and
evenings. The three boys may give mother a kiss and a hug for sending us
so pleasant a letter.
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