I am a little girl six years old. The only pet I have is a little
baby sister, whom I love very much. I went to a mill with papa a
few weeks ago, and saw them card wool into rolls, and weave
flannel. I live on a farm near Brome Lake, and there is a river
runs through the pasture back of our house, and in warm weather we
like to take off our shoes and stockings and go in wading. I had a
little flower garden last summer. It was my very own. I had some
petunias and sweet-peas, and some pretty gladioli; and I had some
daisies and pansies, and sweet-williams too. My sister Connie
helped me weed my garden. I have a wax doll which I often play
with. Her name is May. The prettiest dress she has is a red one
trimmed with fringe, and she wears a lace bib with it. Her
every-day dress is gray, with little red bows all down the front of
it. I have a carriage to push her around in. It was one of my
Christmas presents last year. I read all the letters and most of
the stories in YOUNG PEOPLE, but I can not write yet, so mamma is
writing this for me. The stories I like best are "Susie Kingman's
Decision," "Phil's Fairies," "Toby Tyler," and "The Cruise of the
'Ghost.'" I am tired now, so I will not write any more.