I have written to you once before; but not having seen my letter
published, I thought I would try again. Papa has taken YOUNG PEOPLE
for my brother Harry and me since the first number came out. We
take turns about reading it first. Harry has it first one week, and
I get it first the next week. Papa made that rule because we both
wanted it at once. We were so anxious to read about poor Toby
Tyler! Papa read to us out of the paper about the boat that is
called for him. We have two cats. The older one will not let us pet
her at all, but the other is very gentle. We once had a cat that
used to get on grandma's shoulder and take off her glasses, and she
used to mind two little guinea-pigs we had. If she thought they got
too far from the house, she would chase them back; and when papa
brought them home she thought they were kittens, for she used to
cuddle them up to her; and if they got frightened, they would run
and get under her. When cold weather came, we sent them to the
Zoological Garden, as we had no place to keep them, and grandma
said the gray cat ought to have gone to take care of them. Mamma
says she sees only one defect in YOUNG PEOPLE; that is, the date is
not conspicuous enough. I am afraid I am making my letter too long.
I would like to write more. On Sunday, the 23d of October, I will
be eleven years old.