I send you a little Wiggle picture. I like the story of "Mr.
Stubbs's Brother" very much. My little mother bird died after she
had laid a little nest full of eggs three times, but only six of
the little birdies lived. We buried our little birdie in Park
Monceaux. I think she died because she was sorry we sent her three
little birdies to papa. When my school closed I got a prize in
arithmetic and conduct; it was a nice story-book. My sister read it
to me. She can read French better than I, but I understand all the
little story. I have a little violin, but I can't play much yet. I
am tired now, as I have written a letter to my big brother to-day.