I have never written a letter to Our Post-office Box, because I
have been afraid they would laugh at me. But I see so many little
letters that I am venturing at last. My papa is a printer, and once
worked in New York, and I would dearly love to live there, because
there are so many grand things I could learn in school, and music
too. The girls tell you about their pets. I used to have a
three-legged kitten, and it could run ever so fast, but the dogs
caught it finally.
I now have a cat which is the exact image of a tiger. It runs after
children, and frightens them by jumping at them. My papa took me to
a picnic, and we danced the Schottisch. I live with my grandma, who
is very good to me. My mamma is dead.