I am six years old, and have a little brother John sixteen months
old. He came Sunday night, July 4, and he bothers me a heap--wants
all my playthings, and when he gets them, breaks them all up. At
night, when I want papa to read me the stories in YOUNG PEOPLE, he
screams and screams to see the pictures, and I have to wait for the
stories till he goes to bed. I am going to start to school this
week, and I will study hard and learn to read, so I can read the
stories myself. My grandpa lives on a farm, and I go to see him
nearly every day to get rides on the horses, and drive the cows,
and to see the men working at the water-works basin which the town
is building to get water from the Youghiogheny River. The only pet
I have is an Alderney heifer named Bessie, which my grandma gave
me. She is so quiet I can put my arms round her neck, and hold her
by the horns.