This is next to the last week of school, and we are anxiously
waiting for our long summer vacation. We expect to have a nice
time. My mother, brother, and I are going to Nebraska the week
after school closes, as we have cousins living there. They have a
little pony for the children, and each has a saddle of its own, and
I expect to learn to ride horseback. As the town is only a few
years old, it will seem almost like the country. The Postmistress
said she would like to hear from the girls having flower beds. I
have one. There are seven children in our neighborhood--two boys
and five girls--who have each a flower bed, and want to see who can
have the nicest. My auntie sent us HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE two years
ago, and last year's are being bound for my brother Lewis, and this
year's will be bound for me, and our names will be put on the backs
of them. I thought that I would write a letter to have in mine, and
have been expecting to write sooner. I enjoy reading the letters
and continued pieces the most; also Jimmy Brown's--those about the
animals, and the rest.