As I like so much to read the letters from the little girls in
YOUNG PEOPLE, I thought I would write one. I have been sick, and
not able to walk for a year, but my pa, who is a doctor, thinks by
the time the leaves and flowers come out I will be able to go out
too. I study at home, so that I may keep up with my class at
school; and that keeps me so busy that the time does not seem long.
I always look forward to Thursday, which brings YOUNG PEOPLE, as we
live in the country, and think more of getting the papers than the
little girls in the city. We have had lots of ice and sleet, and it
makes me wish, when I see my little brother on his sled going down
the hill, that I could go too; but maybe I will be able to when
another winter comes. We have a good many pets, but the best one is
our dog. To close, I will tell the readers what my ma tells me,
always to sew the paper before reading it. I am eleven years old.