I am a little boy eight years old. I have one little sister named
Grace. We live in Philadelphia, and we often wish it was the
country which some of the little girls and boys write about, so
that we could have pets as they do.
We take HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, and love the stories and letters. My
mamma don't know I am writing this letter. I want to surprise her
by showing it to her in the Post-office Box of the book. Don't you
think it would be splendid for me to have a little horse? Then I
could ride to our beautiful Park every day. My fingers are so tired
I must say good-by.