My uncle has taken YOUNG PEOPLE for his "brood of little folks," as
he calls his nephews and nieces, since the first number. The brood
are my cousins Willie and Grace, my sister Florence, and
myself--all of whom are old enough to read--also my two sisters and
brother, Mattie, Hattie, and Clarence, who are too young yet to
read, but who like very much to look at the pictures, and to whom
we read the stories. I have never seen a letter in YOUNG PEOPLE
from any of its many readers in Lynn, so I thought I would write
one. My uncle has two fine yellow cats, striped like tigers. Their
names are Toby Tyler and Jimmy Brown. Every morning Toby goes to
the door that opens on the stairway leading to my uncle's room, and
mews and rattles the latch until some one opens the door and lets
him run up to the apartment. As soon as Toby gets there he jumps up
on the bed, and wakes my uncle up by pawing him in the face; and
one morning he sat down on my uncle's face. I am twelve years old.