DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I think you are the nicest magazine in the whole world. I think "Little Lord Fauntleroy" is a beautiful story. It seems so real. Cedric reminds me of my little cousin Birdie (that is his pet name). One day his aunt (who is an artist) asked him if he did not want her to paint him. He said: "I had rather be as I are." He is nearly four years old. I live on a vineyard of 160 acres. Your faithful reader, LILLIAN H. * * * * * FORT ASSINABOINE, MON. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I commenced taking your paper five months ago, and I think "Little Lord Fauntleroy" is the best story I ever read. We have plenty of skating here, and fifty ponies to ride. Another boy is writing a letter to you too. We live 200 miles from Helena and we have to go in a stage or wait till the river opens. We only have to go to school in the morning, and we play all the rest of the day. Yours truly, S. F. P. * * * * * BROOKLYN, N. Y., 1886. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I thought that I would send you a letter at last. I will tell you about our washwoman and me. I have something the matter with my knee, and so I have to stay in the house. Well, our washwoman and I were having some fun. I was at the back parlor window, and the washwoman was down in the back yard hanging up the clothes, and I got a snow-ball and threw it at her, and you ought to have seen her! She looked up and down and could not see anybody, and after a while she saw me, and then, the way she looked! She said: "I will give it to you!" Yours truly, FRANK T. * * * * * EVERETT, MASS. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have taken you for a year and I could not do without you. Every month you gladden our home with your beautiful pictures, interesting stories, and pretty bits of poetry. I think "Little Lord Fauntleroy" is a splendid story. I must not forget to mention the "Brownies." What busy little workers they are! I have one pet, a beautiful linnet. Her name is Daisy. She is a very sweet singer. I remain, your constant reader, MAY F. * * * * * KINGSTON, INDIANA. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I do not see many letters from Indiana in your Letter-box. I would not do without you for ten dollars a year.