spell the words all right,
Why next time I'll do better.

My little rabbit is alive,
And likes his milk and clover,
He likes to se me very much,
But is afraid of Rover.

I have a dove as white as snow,
I hall her "Polly Feather";
She flies and hops about the yard,
In every kind of weather.

The hens are picking off the grass,
And singing very loudly;
While our old peacock struts about,
And shows his feathers proudly.

I think I'll close my letter now,
I've nothing more to tell;
Please answer soon, and come to see
Your loving, little Nell.

Baby's Letter to Uncle

Dear Old Uncle--I dot oor letter;
My dear mamma, she ditten better;
She every day a little bit stronger,
Don't mean to be sick very much longer.

Dear little baby had a bad colic;
Had to take three drops of nassy palagolic.
Toot a dose of tatnip--felt worse as ever;
Shan't tate no mors tytnip, never!

Wind on tomit, felt pooty bad;
Worse fit of sickness ever I had!
Ever had stomit ate, ole uncle Bill?
Ain't no fun, now, say what oo will.

I used to sleep all day, and cry all night;
Don't do it now, 'cause it ain't yite.
Got a head of hair jess as black as night
And big boo eyes, yat look very bright.

My mamma say, never did see
Any ozzer baby half as sweet as me.
Grandma come often, aunt Sarah, too;
Baby loves zem, baby loves oo.

Baby sends a pooty kiss to his uncles all,
Aunties and cousins, big folks and small.
Can't say any more, so dood by--
Bully old uncle wiz a glass eye!

The First Letter

"Did you ever get a letter?
I did the other day.
It was in a real envelope,
And it came a long, long way.

A stamp was in the corner
And some printing when it came,
And the one that wrote the letter
Had put 'Miss' before my name.

Then there came a lot more written,
I forget now what it read,
But it told the office people
Where I lived, mamma said.

Don't you s'pose those letter-persons,
If they hadn't just been told,
Would have thought 'twas for a lady
Who was awful, awful old?

For it looked real big and heavy,
The outside was stuck with glue,
So they couldn't know I'm little,
I don't think they could. Do you?"

Youth's Companion

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