I am a little boy eight years old. My papa has two hunting dogs
named Steck and Rob, and I have a pet cat. The dogs are very gentle
and kind, and let us tumble all over them; but when they have a
bone given them, they fight terribly. Whenever Rob gets a chance he
steals the cat's meat, and then she gives him a good scratch. My
brother Harry is four years old. He has a little girl friend named
Floy, whom he calls his little sweetheart. When I had the scarlet
fever, and the doctor said my skin would peel off, Harry said,
"Then, Georgie, when your skin peels off, I can see your soul,
can't I?" I am sick, and mamma is writing this for me. I hope you
will print it, so we can surprise papa, for we have not told him
about it. He gave me HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE last Christmas, and I
enjoy it more and more every week. Good-by.