I am a little boy three years old. Have taken YOUNG PEOPLE from the
first number. Mamma reads the stories and letters, and tells me
about them, and I am every day measuring myself to be big and do my
own reading. On the 26th of December we saw dandelions peeping out
of the grass, and looking out to Lake Erie, wondering what had
become of all the boats of last summer. Mamma had a bunch of cherry
blossoms on New-Year's Day. One of our neighbors cut a bunch from a
cherry-tree in November. The buds were very large then, after the
warm rains. The water was changed every day; now it is covered with
blossoms, and the leaves are coming out.
I have a little sister Ruby, and we have great fun together. When
papa brings YOUNG PEOPLE, he takes her on his lap; then she teases
to have me get up, and says, "Come, Bover," and "Up, Bover," and
will not look at the pictures until I am up too. Then we enjoy them
together. Mamma is writing this for me. I hope soon to write for
myself. A Happy New Year to HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE!