drowned. My only pet now is a cat named Kitty Clover.

N. V. L.

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CHICAGO, ILLINOIS.

I am six years old. My cousin, who lives with me, has taken YOUNG
PEOPLE since the first number. My sister is writing this for me,
because I can not write very well yet, but I tell her just what to
say.

I have lots of pets. I live in Chicago, not far from the Park,
where I go to ride in a little goat-cart drawn by two goats that
my uncle Will gave me last Fourth of July, which was my birthday.
I have a pet canary which I have made very tame by catching it and
making it accustomed to being handled. Now it is so tame that it
will come when I call, "Goldy, Goldy," even if it is in another
room. It also does many funny tricks. It will pull all the pins
out of the cushion, and the hair-pins from mamma's hair.

I have a parrot which talks French, because we got it in France,
when we were there winter before last; also, a little white kitten
named Snowdrop, which always goes to sleep with Cecil, my dog.

My uncle has three horses, and one is so small and gentle that I
am learning to ride him.

I like to read the other children's letters in the Post-office
Box, and I can read them myself, except the long words.

My papa is in China. He sent me a little silk dressing-gown last
Christmas, and a tea-set.

I have learned to speak "Bofe dem Chillun's White," and mamma and
I think it is lovely.

CLARENCE D.

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ROCHESTER, NEW YORK.

I am but a tiny baby, but my mamma takes YOUNG PEOPLE for me--so
she says; but when I grab it to cut my teeth on it, my mamma grabs
it away, which don't seem as if it were much mine.

I live in Rochester, and I am in a farm-house near the lake for
the summer. The lake air is good for little babies.

I go all over the farm in my little carriage, sometimes 'way out
in the field to see the cow from which I get milk fresh twice a
day. The man who takes care of her calls her Betsy, but my mamma,
who is a Baltimorean, calls her Madame Bonaparte, because she was
brought to the farm just after Madame Bonaparte's death. I feed
her on bread and sugar, to pay for her milk.

When I get bigger I'm going to be like Thackeray's little girl in
the