I am a little boy of six years. I have no brother, and only one sister. She is teaching lots of little girls and boys in Iowa. I want to see her very much. I print letters to her, and she writes to me, and sends me lots of pretty things. I wish the children that write letters for the Post-office Box would come and play with me. I am sorry for the sick ones, and for the one whose brother perished in the snow last winter while he was hunting in Canada. I have good times making and eating maple sugar. I have live sheep and two lambs of my own, and we have ten pretty calves. I get the eggs every night, and I shut up the turkeys. The school-house is very near, and when school commences I shall have some boys to play with me. I am going to carry my YOUNG PEOPLE to school, so as to let the scholars see it. LEON D. L. * * * * * MOUNTAIN HOUSE, CALIFORNIA. My home is a large public-house, and our nearest neighbor lives a mile away. We have beautiful scenery here in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, and now the snow has gone, the wild flowers are coming up everywhere. There are mines very near our house, and my grandpa has a saw-mill. We have a governess with us all the time. I am nine years old, and I have a sister eleven, and a little brother. We have a post-office and a telegraph office. I can telegraph some, and my sister can send and receive messages. Not only my sister and I read YOUNG PEOPLE, but also all the big folks here, and they thought "Toby Tyler" was just splendid. IDA C. * * * * * LAKEVILLE, NEW YORK. I am the oldest of three boys. I have a little sister, who looks at my YOUNG PEOPLE, and reads it in her baby way, and kisses all the pretty pictures. I live at the foot of Lake Conesus. It was named by the Indians, and the word in their language means "beautiful waters." There are three steamers and two sailing yachts on the lake. My papa has moved to his farm this spring. He has just bought a span of fine young horses, and if any of Harper's YOUNG PEOPLE will come to see me, I will give them a ride. HARRY F. W. * * * * * BLEAK HOUSE, ILLINOIS. I am a little girl seven years old, and I want to write to YOUNG PEOPLE. It has been such a long winter! We think it is time for spring. The snow-banks are thawing to-day (April 10), and this morning the birds were singing, and a prairie-chicken went boo-o-o-o. I live on a farm, and when my uncle William goes into the woods, I go with him, and ride back on a load of wood, and I see squirrels, and acorns, and moss, and hawks' nests in the tops of the trees.