I am a little girl eleven years old. I have a pet dog which is part
blood-hound, and was named after a famous fox-hound in
Pennsylvania. I have ten dolls. Some are pretty old, and have
retired from active life. My aunt Mate made most of their clothes.
One is quite plain, and I call her the old maid. The beauty of my
family I call Daisy. My mamma has been sick four years. I have a
brother Charley, four years old last June. We have a bird whose
name is Major. We call it that after papa; his friends always
called him the Major. Then there is John, the cat, who is four
years and a half old; he belonged to my sister, who died four years
ago.
This is a great locality for sand. We have a number of high hills;
one called Hoosier Slide, covered with white sand, is over a
hundred feet high. We have a nice harbor, which has been improved
every year since we came here. We don't like it here as well as we
did in Michigan. We sent a box of clothing to a little girl there
who needed it very much.