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March 9, 1910. THE
"Mamma!" she cried wondering!
The black cat is a mother cat!"
"Kittens!" the other returned im
be bothered with kittens! They mu
But the Child wept bitterly, and b
to be allowed to keep the little fami
dolls in exchange for the kittens, th
luctantly consented.
"Oh, keep them for awhile then
soon to the seashore for a month."
So the Child was comforted. H
time diew near for her to leave hoi
concerned for the welfare of her new
"Who is to take care of the cats, m
again and again. .
"Oh. cats can forage for themselve
plied.
So the house was closed for a mot
Child returned, the grass had grown
croached upon the garden walk. 1
mo.ment peering between the iron b
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Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy
six years old. I have two dogs, Rex and
Prince. I have four sleds. 1 like to
slide and I like to see the snow come.
I go to Sunday-school. Miss Joe Feam
ster is my teacher. I have a cat. I have
only one brother, twelve years older
than I am, who goes to the University of
Virginia. I love the stories and children's
letters in the Presbyterian. My
mother reads them to me.
Your little friend,
F. Wilbur Slaven.
Lewisburg, VV. Va.
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Dear Presbyterian: This is ray second
letter to you. I have a beautiful Collie
dog; his name is Shep. He will take a
tin can and put his nose in it and then
throw it up in the air. Another cute
trick he has is this: He will take a
hoop and get it over his head and then
he whirls around until it falls off. I enjoy
your paper very much. I hope to
find my letter in print to surprise my
mother and father.
Your friend,
Mary Eggleston Gibbs.
Charlotte C. H., Va.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little nineyear-old
boy. I go to Sunday-school every
Sunday. My teacher's name is Miss
Lily Martin. I have two brothers and
one sister. We have preaching twice a
month. Our pastor's name is Dr. Kelt
Smith and we all love him very much.
My Father takes your paper and I enjoy
reading the letters so much.
Hoping you will publish my letter, as t
want to surprise my Sunday-school teacher,
I remain,
Your unknown friend,
William Colcock.
McPhersonvllle, S. C.
PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SOL
y, "Oh, mamma! wondering and fea
A sudden rush,
patiently, "I can't fence and walked
st be drowne'd." the tall grasses,
egged so piteously had safely returne*
ly, offering all her out of the door c
lat her mother re- tiny black heads,
fur betrayed gene
! You are going slyly thrust.
The black kitte
owever, when the the walk to meet
ne, she was much had brought nothi
charges. see her .coming ba
amma?" she asked with the freshnes
which they turnec
s!" the mother re- And the Child 1
earnestly gazed ii
ith; and when the cat.
tall and weeds en- "Mamma," the
die Child stood a own round eyes, '
ars of the gate, like that!"?Our I
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Dear Presbyterian: I see a lot of
children writing to you. I love to write
to you. I have only one pet and he is a
little dog. His name is Argust and he
can do many tricks. One of the tricks
is, he will bark for his meals. I have
six sisters and not any brothers. I am
ten years old. My Sunday-school teacher's
name is Miss Lulie Irwin. Doctor
Graham is our preacher. I am on the
t-ieiprul Committee of the Miriam Band
in the Sunday-school building. I went
to see the moving pictures and they were
real good. I will certainly enjoy reading
( this when I see it in print.
Helen Currell.
Lexington, Va.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl
eleven years old. I have six brothers and
one 'sister and my sister is married and
got a cute little baby boy. Father takes
your paper. I enjoy reading the other
children's letters. I have a pet rooster
and a pet hen. Hope that you will publish
my letter. Father and mother are
Presbyterians.
Your little unknown friend,
Mary Effie Howey.
Osceola, S. C.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl
eight years old. I go to Greenville Hieh
School and I am in the second grade. I
go to Sunday-school in the summer. My
Sunday-school teacher's name is Mrs.
Wallace McClure. I have four sisters
and one brother. I hope my letter will
not reach the waste basket.
Your little unknown friend,
Jessie Bell Mish.
Greenville, Va.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl
eight years old. I go to school every
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iring as to the fate of her friends,
and something black jumped the
slowly up the garden path between
The Child gave a cry of joy. Her cat
i to her, and then, quite unexpectedly,
>f the doll house on the lawn, two
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uciiiiiu wnose cars tlie scantiness of
rations of impoverished blood, were
ns saw their mother, and ran down
her, their tails in air. The old cat
ing for them; but they were glad to
ck to them. They frisked about her,
>s of morning in their round eyes,
1 full upon the approaching Child,
ooked at the kittens?then long and
rito the anxious face of the mother
Child said, and solemnly lifted her
"some day the kittens will look just
3umb Animals.
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day; am in the second grade. My teacher's
name is Miss Patton. I like to go to
school to her. My pets are a cat, a dog
and a calf. I like them so much. Your
agent, Mr. Jetton, stayed one night with
us. I promised him I would send him a
piece of my weddng cake when I married-.
My papa takes tne paper and 1 like
to read the letters t ?
M. m. uu|/c uiiy iciter ,
will not find its way to the waste basket
as I want to surprise my papa and mamma.
Your little unknown friend,
Nettie Louise Rice.
Walnut, N. C.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy
eight years old. This is my first letter
to your paper and my sister is writing
for me. I go to school and walk about
one-half a mile. My father is a doctor
and is gone a good deal. We live in
country on a farm and have lots of
horses, sheep and cows. I have two dogs,
one is named Frixel and the other Tlge.
I have four brothers and two sisters. I
hope my letter will escape the waste
basket as I want to surprise my mother
and father.
Your little friend,
Hal Lockridge.
Huntorsville, W. Va.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a Presbyterian
girl and my mamma takes your paper.
We enjoy the stories and letters
very much. I am going to school. I am
in the sixth grade. My teacher's name
is Miss Edmondson. I like her very
much. I go to Sunday-school every Sunday.
I hope I will see my letter in print.
Your little friend,
Lois Frazer.
Cedartown, Ga.