I am a little girl eleven years old. My birthday was on the 23d of
May; I received several nice presents. I have two little brothers.
Johnnie, the oldest, is five years, and Norman is eleven months
old, the dearest and sweetest little baby, I think, that ever was.
I go to school in the winter, but we do not have summer school. I
am sorry, for I love to go to school. We have Sunday-school half a
mile from here. I think we live in a very nice place. A small grove
is north of the house and barn, and Big Pine Creek is on the east.
I often go fishing. The creek has been pretty high several times
this spring and summer, almost a quarter of a mile wide just east
of the house. My grandma gave me a little canary. His name is
Billy; he is a great pet, and a very sweet singer, and also a great
fighter. He will bite our fingers, and look very savage; and when
he sings he nearly always gets under his swing, and makes it go
with his head, and thus keeps time with it.