as long as he lived, and told
children and grandchildren hundreds of times how it was _he_ saved Elsy,
when, as sure as anything, the whole credit was due to the geese.

[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.]

We have received a large number of letters from our young readers asking
for stamps, leaves, flowers, and other things; but unless they offer
some suitable equivalent in exchange, which they must specify in the
letter, we can not print such requests.

The cooking club is broken up. We are assured that the disbandment is
not on account of any bad feeling among the members, neither for lack of
interest, but that the sole reason is the whooping-cough! As we have
already given enough recipes to render our young housekeepers skillful
bread, cake, and candy makers, if they try them all, we shall not print
any after the present number. If any of you wish to give a tea party to
your little friends, by using the recipes sent by the little readers of
HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE you can prepare with your own hands a very
inviting supper, for you could wish for nothing nicer than hot
pop-overs, little cakes, and candy.

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BALTIMORE, MARYLAND.

I am almost ten years old, and I weigh fifty-seven pounds. My
greatest pleasure is in reading HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. My papa
subscribed for it, beginning with the first number. I read the
nice stories over and over again. I like my paper better than any
present I ever received, and look forward with great joy to every
Wednesday, when it comes.

How I wish I could tell all the boys and girls in this city what a
good paper it is! I would like to get one thousand new
subscribers. It is such nice print, and the stories are so plainly
told that any little boy can understand them. Good-by.

WILLIE F. L.

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NEW YORK CITY.

I take YOUNG PEOPLE, and I think it is the nicest paper I ever
read.

I have a very cunning little poodle dog for a pet. He will stand
up in a corner, and hold a cane in his paws, and a pipe in his
mouth.

FRANK B. W.

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WORCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS.

My friend Ethel has a parrot that her father brought from South
America. He is a very funny bird. One day Ethel went into the room
where he was, and he said, "Ethel, Ethel." She did not answer