o row themselves ashore, the three paper voyagers gave
up all as lost, and were beginning to bemoan their awful fate, when the
General suddenly spoke out, in cheerful tones: "Perhaps somebody'll pick
us up."

"Or a steam-boat may run us down," added Angelina Mary, somewhat
spitefully.

"Maybe we'll land on a water-lily," murmured Matilda Agnes, with a
poetical sigh.

But time passed, and none of these things happened. The little boat
drifted on and on, through woods full of singing-birds, and by fields
covered with waving grain, beside houses, around hills, under bridges,
and over mill-dams. To be sure, when they emerged from the latter, the
paper travellers were wet to the skin, but the _Foam_ always came out
right side up, and the sun soon dried them.

By-and-by the sun went down, and when the moon rose the little river had
changed into a big one, and the tiny boat still floated down the middle
of it, on and on, all through the night, and during the whole of the
next day; and discovering that nothing terrible befell them, the three
paper dolls began to grow quite contented with their life of constant
change; and when they sailed down past the great city, with its many
piers, big steamers, middle-sized ferry-boats, and little tugs, they
forgot all about being frightened, so interested were they in gazing at
the strange sights about them.

And thus they floated down the harbor, out at the Narrows, and so into
the great broad ocean, and there they may be drifting to this very day.

At any rate, the girls say they are going to keep a good look-out for
them when they go to Europe.

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[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.]

HONOLULU, SANDWICH ISLANDS.

Having seen the charming little paper, HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, and
being in a distant country, I thought that now and again a letter
from this place might please some of the dear children.

The little folks here are very dark-skinned, not black. They use a
very different language, and call everything by a different name.
Not having any snow, the boys go to the top of a steep mountain,
and slide down its side on sleds they make for themselves. Some
are boards, and some only palm leaves. The mountain is very steep,
so that it looks as though the children must be killed in coming
down its sides. Fancy yourselves sliding down the side of an old
volcano on a palm leaf!

Sometimes