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DEAR ST NICHOLAS: I want to send this story to The letter box that
I wrote when I was 6 years old this is it
LITTLE MAY
Once upon a time there lived a little girl whose father and mother
were very rich, so the little girl had lovely dresses, but she had
a very bad temper and was very proud so nobody loved her. One day
this little girl I might as well tell you her name it was May was
sitting in her mothers lap Mama said she what makes everybody act
so to me? Dear said her mother it is because you are so proud and
get angry so easily then said May if I should try to be good would
they like me Yes said her mother so after that May was a better
child and every body liked her even her mother loved her better
than before and so did her father and after that the little girl
was no more saying Oh dear nobody loves me but lived happy and
contented.
ELISE L. LATHROP.
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Geneva, N.Y.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I notice in a chapter of "His Own Master" for
September a mistake which I can correct. In describing the
Cincinnati suspension bridge, it says that trains go across on it.
This is a mistake, as that bridge is only used for carriages,
horse-cars and pedestrians, the steam-cars going across on another
bridge above. There is now building a new railroad bridge below for
the new Southern Railroad.--Yours respectfully,
W.S.N.
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San Leandro, Cal., Sept. 3, 1877.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I tried the Little Schoolma'am's way of pressing
flowers, and I think it is ever so nice. I pressed a wall-flower;
it retained all its brightness and looked just like a fresh flower.
Last spring we discovered a humming-bird's nest in one of the trees
in our orchard. It was very pretty, being no larger than half of a
hen's egg. The first time I saw it the little mother was on it; she
sat as still as a stone, and looked as if she would not budge an
inch for me or anybody else. I am always very glad when the ST.
NICHOLAS comes.--Your affectionate little reader,
SUSIE R. IRWIN.
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Princeton, N.J.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I would like to tell you of the interesting
expedition I made last August to the college observatory here for
the purpose of seeing the three planets, Jupiter, Mars and Saturn.
Through the telescope we were shown Mars burning with a ruddy glow,
and having on the rim of one side a bright white spot, which the
professor told us was the ice piled up around the north pole;
Saturn with its rings, seen with wonderful clearness, and shining
pale and far off in comparison with Mars; Jupiter with its two dark
bands around the center, and three of its satellites plainly
visible; and, last, the moon with its curiously indented surface
and ragged edge. The telescope was small, so we could not, of
course, see the newly discovered satellites of Mars, the professor
saying that there were only two instruments in this country that
would show them. Hoping that you may have as good an opportunity to
see these splendid heavenly bodies as I have had, I remain, your
friend,
B.H.S.
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