I am ten years old. My uncle takes YOUNG PEOPLE for me, and I can
hardly wait until it comes. I have got the elephant on his four
legs, and he looks well. I have a little prairie-dog named Jenny.
It lives in a hole in the yard, where I think it must have a good
nest, for I gave it lots of rags last fall to put in the hole. It
comes to the house almost every day to get something to eat, and
seems glad to see us. I have also a little dog named Frisk, only I
sold one-half interest in him yesterday for twenty-five cents to a
doctor who lives next door. He wanted him for his baby to play
with. Can you tell me what kind of a place a junk-shop is?