I wrote a letter some time ago, and have been watching for it ever since, and I was much disappointed, and think perhaps you did not get it, and I thought I would try again. I have three little sisters, and they all enjoy HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, and I think "Toby Tyler" was the best story in it, and we have great laughs over Jimmy Brown. We have five hens, and they all lay eggs; we get four or five every day. Papa and I are gardening to-day, and we have a lovely garden, and it is pretty hard work attending to it, and we have hard times looking after our chickens; they dig holes in the ground with their feet, and we are trying to shut them up for the summer. FREDDIE W. F. * * * * * NEW YORK CITY. I am a little girl nine years old. I have no pets except four dolls. One has not any head. Their names are Maud, Mabel, Emily, and Sadie. I wish somebody would write more fairy stories. I am very fond of them. I used to live in Brooklyn, and like it much better than here. I am glad Mr. Otis has written more about Toby Tyler, because I like him very much. My brother and I had scarlet fever this winter, but we are all well now. I like HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE very much. I have had it since it began. We have a parrot here who cries like a baby and then imitates a nurse singing to it. We go to the country every summer. BESSIE H. What a charming parrot! Who taught him to cry and sing so cleverly? Dear Bessie, can not you put a new head on the poor dolly who has not any? I feel quite sad on her account. * * * * * CAUGHT. Now, Bumble-bee, you just keep still; you needn't jump and buzz. I've had such a time to catch you as never, never wuz. I've chased you round the garden; a-cause I didn't look, I almost fell right over into that drefful brook. And I'm going to put you in it, though I s'pose you think you're hid. For last week you stung my pussy; you know very well you did. Yes, and you made us 'fraid that she was going to have a fit, She jumped up so, and tried to catch the place where you had bit. Yes, I shall surely drown you. But p'r'aps you've got a home, And your little ones will wonder why you don't ever come; And I think p'r'aps you're sorry you went and acted so: If you'll only wait till I run away, _I b'lieve I'll let you go_. * * * * * PARKERSBURG, WEST VIRGINIA.