Jill, upset Blue-beard,
stole Jack Horner's plum, overturned the bachelor's
wheelbarrow, little wife and all, let the spider down from a
tree on little Miss Muffett, and tied Bo-peep's sheep-tails
to a tree, and woke her up with their baa's. Then we had
"The House that Jack built," just like it is in the ST.
NICHOLAS, for Nov. 1883. It was just splendid, and so funny;
but when the rat was to come out of "The House that Jack
built," the cat had put his foot on the string and it broke,
so the cat couldn't come out. Then the maiden all forlorn
picked up the rat, threw it at the cat, and everybody just
roared!

I am nine years old, and my name is,

THEODORA C.

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NEW HARTFORD, IOWA.

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I believe the little girls that take the
ST. NICHOLAS will like to hear about my numerous paper
dolls. I have a whole town of them, and they all have their
names written on their backs. I was so interested in "The
Firm of Big Brain, Little Brain & Co." After I read it, I
kept thinking what my "Big Brain" was telegraphing. Well, my
big brain telegraphs to my hand, that if it writes any more,
the letter will be too long to print. So good-bye. I am

One of your many friends,

GRACE C.

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WOODLAND, CAL.

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.

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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.

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