We live in a small town on the Central Railroad of New Jersey. We
moved here last spring. My brother and I planted potatoes, corn,
peas, and other vegetables. The corn did very nicely, but the
drought spoiled everything else. We planted on shares with papa,
and he paid us for half the vegetables we raised. My brother takes
YOUNG PEOPLE, and I always read it all through, and enjoy Our
Post-office Box very much indeed. While we were up the Hudson last
summer, a little bird built a nest between the sash and blind, and
the hen laid four eggs in it, but did not brood them, because my
sister put her hand in the nest. I have five cats; their names are
Brian, Peggy, Lulu, Daisy, and Satan. I have no doubt you think
Satan a very funny name, but the reason we called him that is
because when he was a very small kitten he caught a young chicken,
and he is perfectly black. I think I will close, as I am tired of
writing, and think my letter long enough.