I am a little girl just nine years old, and I am the only girl my
papa and mamma have got, and the only grand-girl my two grandpapas
and one grandmamma has, too, but I tell you he has lots of
grand-boys, though.
I have four little brothers, all younger than I am, and once we
had some cows, and Harvie--that's one of my brothers, who is
eight--came running into the house, and told our nurse, Buty, he
was "afraid to go out into the yard where the married cow was"--he
meant the one that had the calf. Everybody laughed so much when
mamma told them, and I have read some things not any funnier than
that, so I thought it would be a nice thing to put in my letter to
you. Harvie says I must put how old he was then, because you all
might think he did it when he was eight. He was nearly four when
he was frightened so badly. My aunts in Virginia take HARPER'S
YOUNG PEOPLE for us, and Harvie, Lewis, and I like it ever so
much. Lewis is just five, and wears pants, too. Maurice sits up
and looks as though he knew what mamma was reading; but he don't,
though. Isn't this a long one? I did not write it all the same
day. If you can, I wish you would please copy this in the paper
you send Harvie, Lewis, and me. I don't see many letters from
Washington. Harvie says he just bets you won't.