I am a little boy, and can not write very nicely, so I have begged
my mamma to write this letter for me. I live away down South in
Mississippi. Sherwood Bonner, one of your contributors, lives near
us on the same street. She and my mamma were school-mates. Her
little daughter Lillian and I waited on a young lady and gentleman
who were married, when we were only four years old.
This is a lovely spring-like day, and our hyacinths have all come
up in the yard, and will bloom before long.
I have two sisters and one brother. My little sister, who is only
four years old, enjoys your paper as much as any of us, and runs to
be the first to take it from father when he brings it home. Then,
when we are all gathered around a cheerful fire, mamma reads it
aloud to us.