I am a little boy ten years old. We live in the country, on the
Knobs. It is very high land; my pa says it is a thousand feet above
the level of the sea. We have lots of fruit trees, mostly peaches.
I have lots of peaches to eat in summer. I know a word longer than
the one sent by L. L. H., of Orange, New Jersey. It is
A-ber-con-way-co-pen-ha-gen-nic-o-de-mus-an-a-bap-tist-dal-a-mu-tha-
o-ba-di-ah. My pa learned this word when he went to school.