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NIGHTCAP LETTER No. 2 FROM AUNT FANNY.

_You little darling:_

What _do_ you think happened the other day? why, a lady came to see me,
bringing with her just about the dearest little Kitty that ever lived.
Not a Kitty with whiskers, and four paws, and a fur coat, but a sweet
little girl _named_ Kitty, with lovely blue eyes, a great many soft
brown curls, and the same number of sweet rosy lips that you have. How
many is _that,_ I should like to know? I had never seen the lady, or the
little girl before, and of course I did not know their names until
afterwards. So I bowed, and smiled, and looked as pleasant as ever I
could.

Then Kitty said in a sweet trembling voice--"_Is_ you Aunt Fanny?"

I laughed a little bit, and answered, "Yes, dear."

What happened then? Why in a moment she ran up to me, climbed upon a
chair close by,--threw her arms around my neck, and gave me such a
precious little smothering hug, and so many sweet kisses, with her soft
face pressed with all her might upon my cheek, that I almost lost my
breath, and was perfectly astonished, as well as delighted.

Then the little girl said: "Oh thank you, dear Aunt Fanny, _twenty-ten_
times, for my Baby Nightcaps! I love them! I love you! I love you
_dreadfully_!" Oh! how glad I was to hear that! I was glad
"_twenty-ten_" times. It was sweeter to me, than a whole basket full of
sugar candies would be to you--and I kissed her on both her round
dimpled cheeks, and sat down, and took her on my lap, and hugged her to
my heart, and said--"what a darling! what a dear little thing!"

Then I looked at the lady. She was laughing and blushing, and I was
laughing and blushing, and the little girl was laughing and blushing.
Don't you think we three were having a very funny kind of time? _I_
did.

At last the lady said: "I hope you will excuse me for bringing Kitty to
see you; but she begged so hard for 'just one little look at Aunt
Fanny,' I could not bear to refuse her. I am afraid she has taken a
great deal more than 'one little look.' I hope she has not kissed a
piece out of your cheek?"

At this, Kitty looked up in great alarm at my cheek--but seeing that it
was not bleeding, and had no hole in it, she patted it softly with her
little tender dimpled hand, and said: "+Aunt Fanny, Aunt Fanny,+" in a
little speck of a whisper to herself a great many times.

Then I said: "I am _so_ glad to know that you were pleased with Baby
Nightca