ROSALIE T. CANFIELD. ====== DEAR PANSY: Perhaps some of the Pansies would like to hear of my two little horned toads, about an inch and one half long. I have them in a wire-screen cage. I have a big black beetle in the cage with them, and they don’t seem to like him very well. I feed them with cornmeal and flies. OLLIE CUTTER CLARKE. ====== DEAR PANSY: Thank you ever so much for the badge. I think it has helped me some, but I left it in Denver when I came to Leadville to spend the summer. ORLENA BEGGS. ====== DEAR PANSY: I lend my PANSIES to my friends to read. I found ninety-eight mistakes in the Queer Story of August PANSY. SADIE M. KNIGHT. ====== DEAR PANSY: Willie Hicks, a dear little fellow in Africa, six months only, has gone to his heavenly home. Each Angola station has its representative in Heaven; but with Melville Cox, we say, “Though a thousand fall, let Africa be redeemed.” My bed is a bamboo frame, a canvas cot laced to it, set on low horses. I am learning how to use tools. I want to make a desk and case for my little library. I have no PANSY books. If I had money they would be here soon. HERBERT C. WITHEY. ====== DEAR PANSY: I walked in my garden to-day; Many wee faces looked up From their shady retreat. Some had eyes dark or blue; Some, curls of golden hue; Dressed were some in velvets rare, Or quaint, gay frocks, These babies dear. I asked them to come and live with me; Gayly they laughed, “Pansies are we.” E. EDWARDS. ====== DEAR PANSY: I am so ashamed of myself I don’t like to write to you. I beg your pardon. I have not worn my badge much, and I have not written to you. It is all because I am so neglectful. I will try to wear my badge more. MAMIE THOMPSON. ====== DEAR MRS. ALDEN: We have a beautiful location. Looking south, we see the little valley with Keiser Creek, like a thread, bright and clear; on either side, the rocky hills, with pines, separated by deep ravines. Away beyond the foot hills, overtopping all, is the Yellowstone or Snowy Range, lifting up their white tops on the hottest days, as if in derision. Rocks are everywhere. “The Rockies” are rightly named. Several miles down the river is “Pompey’s Pillar,” on the rocky face of which is carved the name of Wm. Clark, 1806, the explorer. Not far is the battle-ground, on which the gallant Custer and his men lost their lives by the Indians. LUE J. ROSEAU. ====== DEAR MRS. ALDEN: