Chapter II: Part 2

You should have heard what they said when Sue slipped and sat down in the middle of the molasses, and cried out that her best dress was ruined, and mother saw what a state the carpet was in! I wouldn't repeat their language for worlds. It was personal, that's what it was, and I've been told fifty times never to make personal remarks. I should not have condescended to notice it if mother hadn't begun to cry; and of course I went and said I was awfully sorry, and that I meant it all for the best, and wouldn't have hurt the baby for anything, and begged her to forgive me and not cry any more.

When father came home they told him all about it. I knew very well they would, and I just lined myself with shingles so as to be good and ready. But he only said, "My son, I have decided to try milder measures with you. I think you are punished enough when you reflect that you have made your mother cry."

That was all, and I tell you I'd rather a hundred times have had him say, "My son, come up stairs with me." And now if you don't admit that nothing could be meaner than the way that baby acted, I shall really be surprised and shocked.

[Begun in HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE No. 66, February 1.]

PHIL'S FAIRIES.

BY MRS. W. J. HAYS,

AUTHOR OF "PRINCESS IDLEWAYS," ETC.

CHAPTER XIV.

PLANS FOR THE WINTER.

Summer had gone. Visitors had gone. Graham had gone to school. The banks of the lake were red and yellow, brown and purple, with autumnal foliage. Aunt Rachel was superintending the making of preserves. Lisa was at work on the piazza. Phil was sketching.

Slowly up the garden path came old Joe. He took off his hat and stood still a moment waiting for Phil to speak.

"Well, Joe, what is it?" said Phil, hardly looking up, he was so busy.

"This is just as fine as ever the garden of Eden was, but old Adam had to go, you know, Massa Phil." He had lately, of his own accord, put the Massa before Phil's name.

"What are you driving at, Joe?" asked Phil, absently.

"I mean I's a-gwine home, Massa Phil."

"To the city?" said Phil, surprised into attention.

"Yes, back to New York. I wants to go to work."

"Have you not enough to do here?"

"No," said Joe, with a chuckle. "It's all play here--no real hard work sich as I's 'customed to."

"It is time you took it easy, Joe," said Phil.

"True nuff, but I's not one of the easy sort. Besides, who knows, Massa Phil, but there may be other chillen--poor sick chillen--waitin' for to hear my fiddle an' be comforted?"

Phil looked up hastily; a bright look of gratitude and love came into his eyes.

Just then Miss Schuyler appeared, with a glass jar of jelly in her hand; the maid was following with a tray full.

"Joe wants to go to the city, Aunt Rachel," said Phil.

"I dare say," was the ready response. "He wants a little gossip over the kitchen fires, and he wants this nice jar of jelly for his bread and butter when he has company to tea; and as we all are going home next week, he may as well wait for the rest of us."

"Aunt Rachel!" said Phil, in dismay. Going home to the city seemed like going back to poverty, and illness, and the garret room he so well remembered.

Aunt Rachel divined it all. "You belong to me now, Phil. Lisa and I are partners henceforth; and while you and I travel in search of health, study, and improvement, Lisa is going to keep house for us in her own nice quiet way."

"Travel!--where?--when?" said Phil, eagerly.

"The doctors suggest our going abroad--to a warm climate for the winter, where we please; in summer, to the German baths."

"Oh, Aunt Rachel!"

This was enough for Phil to think of and wonder about all the rest of the happy days at the lake. He could walk now with comparative ease, not of course without crutches, and the gold and scarlet glory of the autumn leaves was a perpetual delight to him. He gathered them for wreaths and bouquets, he pressed them, and ironed them, and varnished them, and tried every method suggested to him for keeping them; and when it came packing time it was found necessary to get an extra trunk to contain all the woodland treasures.

The happy summer had ended, and not without a lingering look of regret that it could not last longer was the farewell said to house, and lake, and every pretty graceful tree or plant that adorned them.

They found the city house all in nice order for them, for Aunt Rachel was always wise in her forethought and provision for future comfort.

Phil's little room near her own had been especially attended to, and he found it in all its arrangements as complete and satisfactory as the lovely summer nook he had vacated.

In three weeks' time they were to start for Europe. The days were spent in preparation. Phil must have a steamer chair, plenty of clothes, wraps, and contrivances. All Aunt Rachel's thoughts were for Phil's comfort; but it did not spoil him nor make him selfish; he had the happy faculty of receiving kindness gracefully, as if glad to be the means of making others happy by his gratitude, not as if it were his due in any way. And in his turn he was thoughtful and considerate for others, in trifles light as air, but nevertheless showing by the gentle, tender manner that he meant them as evidences of his affection. He knew Lisa dreaded parting from him, so before her he was quite silent as to his expected pleasures, although his imagination was constantly picturing the details of an ocean voyage. His sketch-book was getting full of yachts and craft of all sorts and sizes--some that would have astonished a sailor very much. Whenever he met Lisa he kissed her, whether with hat on she was hurrying out on some errand for Miss Schuyler, or on her return, with arms full of bundles, she was hastening through the hall.

He was necessarily left much alone, and thus had the chance to draw a charming little picture for Lisa, and frame it with acorns, lichen, and red maple leaves. He hung it in her room one day when she was out, and, to his surprise, the next day it was missing. He had expected some recognition of it, but none coming, he kept still, wondering what Lisa had done with it. The secret came out in due time.

A day or two before their departure, Lisa came to him with tears in her eyes, and a little package in her hand.

"Open it, dear; it is for you."

It was a tiny leather purse, with four dollars in it.

"Lisa, you must not give me all this."

"Yes, it is yours--your own earnings. I sold your little picture, and bought this purse with part of the money, so that you might have something to spend just as you pleased.".

"Oh, Lisa!" was all Phil could say, for though grateful, he was yet disappointed that Lisa had not kept his picture.

"Now, dear," she said, "you can buy some little trifle for Joe, and any one else you want to make a present to."

"Thank you, Lisa; yes, I will. It is a very nice purse," he replied; but as soon as he could find Miss Schuyler, he unburdened his heart. "After all the pains I took with that little picture, Aunt Rachel, to think of Lisa's selling it! Oh, how could she?"

"Hush, dear Phil; Lisa is the most unselfish creature in the world. Has she not given you up to me? And for the pleasure she supposed it would give you to have money of your own earning, she was willing to part with even a thing so precious as a picture painted by you for her. Do not question her motive for a moment. Take the money, and buy her something useful. Come, we will go get a pretty work-basket; she will find it even more to her taste than a picture."

So they went out and bought a light, nicely shaped basket, with little pockets all around it, and Aunt Rachel made it complete with a silver thimble, a strawberry emery cushion, a morocco needle-book, and an ample supply of silk, thread, needles, pins, and buttons.

Lisa was delighted; but Phil could not be satisfied until he had painted another little picture, and made Lisa promise that no one else should ever have it.

Joe was made happy with some new bandana handkerchiefs in brilliant yellows and red, a pipe, some tobacco, and a suit of clothes from Miss Schuyler.

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It was a tranquil, lovely day in the fall when the steam-ship sailed with Aunt Rachel and Phil on board. All the bay sparkled in the sunshine, and boats of every shape and size danced upon the blue water. After the bustle and confusion of getting off, the leave-takings, the cries and shouts of sailors, the blowing of whistles and ringing of bells, they sat quietly down to watch the receding shores, and look out upon the glittering water.

"Aunt Rachel," said Phil, "it all seems like another fairy story to me, and we are sailing in a nautilus to the island of Heart's Ease."

"Yes, dear child, so it does. And let us hope that we shall find that beautiful island, and never wish to leave it."

THE END.

In answer to repeated inquiries, we would again state that there is no charge for printing exchanges or any other matter in the Post-office Box. Whatever is suitable and interesting is printed if space can be made for it. To make that space is a constant and never-ending problem, the solution of which is that hundreds and hundreds of pretty letters never appear at all. They lie week after week on the editor's table, and their turn never comes, for the simple reason that five hundred lines can not be crowded into a column that only holds half--a great deal less than half--of that number.

The editor's heart aches every week over the heaps of letters from the dear little folks who are doomed to disappointment. It is not one bit pleasant to think that the bright little eyes will watch in vain for the carefully written letter which was intended to "surprise mamma," or "please grandpa, who gives me my paper," but there is no help for it. There are so many of you that to let you all speak in print would keep an army of printers busy day and night.

Perhaps if you could peep for a moment at the editor's Post-office Department, you would be comforted to find yourselves in such a crowd of other little folks. There is no big waste-basket, such as you all appear to dread so much, but there are some very big pigeon-holes, and a great many of them; and there you all are, packed snugly away, thousands and thousands of you, talking of your pretty living pets, shedding quiet tears over the "kitties that died," playing with your baby brother or sister, "the dearest pet in the world," or offering unlimited sympathy to Toby Tyler. Here are fifty or sixty boys every one of whom wishes Toby Tyler would come and live with him, "and my mamma will be so good to him, and always give him enough to eat!" There are plenty of homes offered to Mr. Stubbs too, but the poor old monkey does not need them now. We do not believe any monkey was ever honored by such a large circle of mourners. His name has been bestowed upon great numbers of pet dogs and cats, and it will be many years before he will be forgotten.

Now when you feel badly because you can not find your letter or even your name in the Post-office Box, just remember that your pretty message to YOUNG PEOPLE is not thrown away or neglected, but that it is all safe, and in the company of a whole crowd of little companions from all parts of the world.

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PLEASANT GROVE, NEW JERSEY.

I am nine years old, and I enjoy reading YOUNG PEOPLE, as we all
do, even papa and mamma. When the paper comes, all make a rush for
it, to see how poor Toby Tyler is getting along. He attracts as
much attention among the big folks as with us children. Mamma says
his story teaches us all a good lesson.

All of us are obliged to stay from school now on account of
scarlet fever. I feel very sorry, for I love to go to school, and
I was trying very hard for a prize. I can not get it now. This is
my first attempt at writing a letter.

LAURA A. I.

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INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA.

I am seven years old, and I feel awful sorry for Toby Tyler. If
Uncle Daniel won't have Toby, he can come and live with us. My
mamma says so. Grandma says we can't have Mr. Stubbs; but she likes
to have a good time herself, and I know she will laugh at his
tricks when she gets used to him. Toby and Mr. Stubbs can sleep
with me, for I have no brother or sister. And Toby can have half of
my marbles, and play on my drum, and he shall have all he wants to
eat. Tell him to come, and not go back to the circus.

WILLIE F.

This cordial invitation was written before the sad end of Mr. Stubbs, and the arrival of Toby at his home, and in their name we thank Master Willie for his generous intentions.

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The following information in reference to the meaning of the word Toronto has been sent to the Post-office Box by a gentleman in Detroit for the benefit of Henry M. R.:

Toronto is an Indian word (Iroquois, if I remember right),
signifying "oak-trees growing up or rising from the lake." This I
learned from one of my old school-books when a boy in Canada,
nearly fifty years ago.

J. R.

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PALO ALTO PLANTATION, MISSISSIPPI.

We are little boys of the same age, ten years. We live on a cotton
plantation. There are no little boys near on the same side of the
river as we are. The farms are large, so we have to go a great
distance to see any one. There are two thousand acres in
cultivation, and there are miles and miles of woods all around. As
soon as we leave our yard we are in the woods. We can go hunting
for rabbits, or squirrels, or partridges. We have the largest
pecans growing here that I ever saw. They measure two inches round,
and are an inch and a half long. We have a plantation of magnolias,
walnut-trees, pears, figs, and pomegranates, besides peaches and
apples.

We each have a bay colt, which we must get up early in the morning
and groom. Our father says we are to know all about a farm. He
often sends us three or four miles alone to see how the log heaps
are burning, or how the corn or cotton is being planted. He makes
us row ourselves over the river in a little boat we have.

We have a governess who wants to make us very elegant, but we do
not like to brush our teeth and nails so often, and go to the
table in such prime order. But she reads YOUNG PEOPLE to us, and
we would do almost anything to hear the paper read better than we
can read it for ourselves.

If any little boy would like to know more about this country, we
will write again to YOUNG PEOPLE, and tell all we know.

RICHARD AND KENNON T.

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OWENSBOROUGH, KENTUCKY.

I want to tell you how I get YOUNG PEOPLE. Our teacher takes it for
the school, and all that stand perfect in the lessons draw for it.
This is jolly. I think it is the best paper in the world.

I live near the great Mammoth Cave, one of the largest caves in
the world, and also near the Green River, which is one of the
deepest rivers.

I went the other day to see _Uncle Tom's Cabin_ played, and
thought it was splendid.

RUTH G.

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BARDOLPH, ILLINOIS.

I am a very little girl. I like YOUNG PEOPLE very much. I think
Jimmy Brown is a very funny boy. My little nephew, named Horace, is
so much like him! My sister has to tie him to the bed-post when she
goes out-of-doors. Once he broke loose, and when she came back she
found him working over her bread, which she had left by the stove
to rise. He is only nineteen months old, and sister thinks he will
grow up just like Jimmy Brown. I am saving all my YOUNG PEOPLE for
him to read when he gets big.

LIZZIE P.

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GRANDY, CONNECTICUT.

I send the inscription on the inside of the cover of a snuff-box
that we have, as I thought the other children might like to read it
Here it is:

"Respect me for what I have been. From a sprightly plant I was
advanced to the sovereignty of the forest; the birds of the air
were happy under my shadow, and afforded me their sweetest notes
for my protection. After filling a respectable situation, and
living to a good old age, I was cut down, stripped of nature's
robes, and became a pillar in the church, where I screened alike
the sinner and the saint from the stormy blast; and after a
faithful servitude of seven hundred and one years, I have become
in every convivial circle a ready token of friendship--part of my
remains make a snuff-box; and except when carried away by wicked
hands, regularly attend the sanctuary. One thousand eight hundred
and twenty-four."

On the outside of the cover is the picture of a church, with the
inscription, "Glasgow Cathedral. Founded 1123."

WILLIAM S.

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PORT HURON, MICHIGAN.

I am six years old, and mamma is going to write just every word I
say to YOUNG PEOPLE. We have "tooken" it ever since it began.
Georgie likes "Biddy O'Dolan" and "Toby Tyler" the best. I do like
"Phil's Fairies," because he is a poor little sick boy.

I have a little sister Prill. She is 'most three years old. She
tries to say, "Twinkle, twinkle, little star," and runs to the
window, and tries to see the stars. We love her a thousand million
dollars.

I have two dollies. Winnie was a year old when I was six, and
Mabel came that day. I named Winnie my own self for the dollie in
"Trouble in the Play-Room," in YOUNG PEOPLE, and Mabel after
"rosy-cheeked Mabel" in "Wingy Wing Foo," which I can recite.

Georgie and I went with papa to grandpa's when he was sixty years
old. We had to go a hundred miles. At the depĂ´t a man asked me
where I was going, and I said, "To grandpa's birthday party; he is
sixty years old this afternoon," and all the people laughed.

We live on the St. Clair River, and can see all the boats that go
to Lake Superior and Chicago. The Indians live across the river.
We can see their log-houses. They come across in boats, and sell
baskets. Sometimes their papooses are tied on their backs. I can
write my own name.

ETHEL A. V.

I am four years old. Ethel is my sister.

We had a bran pudding Christmas morning, after we had our oatmeal.
We liked it.

Bill and Kit are my horses. They are wooden.

GEORGE B. V.

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ROCKAWAY, NEW JERSEY.

I hope the little boys and girls who read this letter will not
laugh when I tell them I am going to write about cats. My dear old
Sheppie dog was poisoned, so I can't write about him, and our
kittie is not just a common kind of a cat, for she has seven toes
on each of her fore-paws, and she can catch more rats and mice than
any other three cats I ever saw. She came in the other day with an
awfully big rat, and when I went to pat her a little, the rat bit
me. She is striped just like a tiger.

Mamma told us such a funny story about a kittie she had when she
was a little girl. One day she went up an apple-tree near the
house after some dear little birds. Mamma ran after her, but was
too late to save even one little bird. She was so provoked with
her kittie that she ran up stairs, and tore a big piece out of a
dress, and made a bag. Then she put poor kittie in it, with a big
stone for a pillow, and ran as fast as she could to a big pond
over past the corn field, and threw poor kittie in. When mamma got
back to the house, the first thing she saw was that same little
kittie sitting beside the door, washing herself off, and looking
so sorry and pitiful that mamma took her in her arms, and dried
her with her apron. Then she carried her into the house, and put
her in the oven to get warm. She thought she would not let grandpa
and grandma know about it, for fear they would laugh at her, but
the colored driver was there, and saw it all, and he told them
when they came home. They laugh at mamma about it yet.

I think YOUNG PEOPLE is just the nicest, jolliest paper in all the
world.

We are making up a boxful of things to send to the poor little
boys and girls at the Howard Mission, in New York.

FRANK J. T.

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GOLDEN, COLORADO.

I live in the far West. It is a very nice place. Our schools are
just splendid. They are graded, and we have the best of teachers.

Sometimes the Ute Indians come here. They are awful dirty and
lazy, and very mean. They steal and beg all the time, and we are
glad to see them go away. Once in a while we have a visit from
gypsies. I am twelve years old.

TILLIE K.

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PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA.

I must tell you about a funny mistake I made the other day at the
breakfast table. I was talking about Toby Tyler calling his monkey
Mr. Stubbs because he looked like a man he knew by that name, and I
said I did not think the man would feel very much _complicated_.
Papa and mamma and my two big brothers all laughed very much. At
first I did not know why, and was feeling very uncomfortable, when
mamma explained to me that I should have said _complimented_, and
told me the difference in the meaning of the words. Then I laughed
as much as any of them. I am eight years old.

JACK M.

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I wish to inform my correspondents that I have received so many
applications for my minerals and other curiosities that they are
all gone. I will try to get some more, but I will now exchange
stamps with those correspondents who are not willing to wait. I
would like some South American postage stamps (no duplicates).

W. A. COURTRIGHT,
P. O. Box 151, Palmyra, Marion Co., Mo.

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MARSHALL, MICHIGAN.

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My supply of stamps is exhausted, and I can not exchange any more.
I will return the stamps I have received for which I can give no
exchange.

JESSIE R. BENTLEY.

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I do not wish any more exchanges of soil. I will now exchange
Florida moss, for postage stamps.

HARRY LAURIMORE,
Lock Box 6, Greenville, Darke Co., Ohio.

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Johnny P. Crozier, of Carlyle, Kansas, who offered exchange in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 75, is in trouble. He has no more Indian arrow-heads nor rattlesnake rattles, and packages of curiosities are still reaching him by every mail. He begs correspondents to send him nothing more, for he will be compelled to return all these things, or wait until a new crop of rattlesnakes comes in.

It would always be well if those wishing to exchange would write before sending a package, in order to find out if the exchange can be made.

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The following exchanges are offered by correspondents:

Minerals and stamps, for Indian arrow-heads, stamps, or minerals.

JAMES S. BEAUMONT,
P. O. Box F, Penn Yan, Yates Co., N. Y.

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Prince Edward Island stamps and some others of foreign countries,
for rare stamps. Mexican especially desired.

THOMAS BARR,
Care of Rev. George Hodgson,
Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island.

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Two German, one French, and one English stamp, for four other
foreign stamps.

EDITH B. BELKNAP,
Care of E. Belknap, Yonkers, N. Y.

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Foreign stamps, for curiosities.

BERTHA A. BRUMAGIM, Summerdale, N. Y.

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One twenty-five cent internal revenue stamp, for a Chinese stamp.

CLARENCE D. CHIPMAN,
Kankakee, Kankakee Co., Ill.

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Postage and revenue stamps and postmarks. Postmarks from the
Eastern States especially desired.

J. C., P. O. Box 3, Aurora, Kane Co., Ill.

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East Indian, Japanese, French, Canadian, German, and United States
stamps, for other foreign and United States stamps. Those from
Central and South America especially desired.

ARTHUR COLEMAN,
11 Wendell Street, Cambridge, Mass.

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Rare foreign stamps, for stamps from Turkey, Egypt, Straits
Settlements, or for other stamps of value.

R. K. FORSYTH,
224 Ridge Avenue, Alleghany City, Penn.

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Stamps and postmarks, for stamps or any curiosity, except minerals
and postmarks.

JOHN FAGLON,
25 Columbia Street, Brooklyn, N. Y.

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Postmarks, for good specimens of insects, especially a death's-head
moth.

W. C. FOSTER,
375 Quincy Street, Brooklyn, N. Y.

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Copper or iron ore, for curiosities.

AMELIA FRINK, Marshall, Calhoun Co., Mich.

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Thirty-five postmarks (no duplicates), for a cent of any date
earlier than 1840. Or forty postmarks for a half-cent of any date
earlier than 1857.

ROLAND GODFREY,
Center P. O., Gardner, Worcester Co., Mass.

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One hundred foreign stamps (no duplicates), for an Indian bow and
arrow; or seventy-five foreign stamps (no duplicates), for a
tomahawk or pipe. Will also exchange foreign stamps on most liberal
terms for Indian or other good curiosities.

Correspondents will please write and state what they have for
exchange before sending.

FRED P. HALL,
238 Warren Street, Jersey City, N. J.

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Foreign postage stamps.

G. GREENE,
810 Grand Street, Jersey City Heights, N. J.

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Foreign stamps. Those from Iceland, Asia, South America, or Cape of
Good Hope desired in exchange.

HAYWOOD GEDNEY,
Mamaroneck, Westchester Co., N. Y.

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Fifteen revenue stamps (no duplicates), for every set of six
different kinds of woods from any State except Massachusetts. Or
Massachusetts woods, for the same from other States. Specimens must
be two inches long, and labelled. Also sea-shells from the Atlantic
coast, for Indian relics.

B. M. and M. N. H.,
Hull Street, Newtonville, Middlesex Co., Mass.

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Soil from Iowa, for soil from Switzerland.

FRED HUNTOON, Stuart, Iowa.

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Twenty-five stamps and fifteen postmarks, for the set of Egyptian
stamps of 1865, containing seven stamps.

FRED HOUSTON,
9 West Nineteenth Street, New York City.

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Easels, picture-frames, small brackets, match safes, or autumn
leaves, for sea-shells, ocean curiosities, minerals, or anything
suitable for a museum. Correspondents will please state which
article they prefer in exchange.

ALICE C. HAMMOND,
Milton, Chittenden Co., Vt.

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Indian arrow-heads, for any ocean curiosities except a sea-urchin
and a horseshoe crab. Correspondents will please pack specimens
carefully, that they may not get broken.

ISOBEL L. JACOB,
Darlington Heights, Prince Edward Co., Va.

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Stamps from the United States of Colombia, Germany, France, Great
Britain, and some other foreign countries, for other foreign or
United States Department stamps.

WILLIAM B. JACKSON,
145 London Street, East Boston, Mass.

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Twenty-five foreign stamps, or a good-sized piece of petrified
moss, for five South American stamps.

H. L. J.,
Lock Box 721, Granville, Licking Co., Ohio.

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Twenty-five United States postmarks, for eight foreign postmarks or
stamps.

WILLIE JOHNSON,
Reynoldsburg, Franklin Co., Ohio.

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Twenty foreign stamps, for an eight-cent Canada register stamp and
a three-cornered Cape of Good Hope.

HERBERT JOHNSTON,
4065 Aspen Street (Room G),
West Philadelphia, Penn.

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Stamps, autographs of renowned men, coins, pieces of silk, and
postmarks, for shells.

P. O. Box 1221, Plainfield, Union Co., N. J.

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Foreign postage stamps, for other stamps.

HARRY WILSON, Rutherford, N. J.

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Southern birds' feathers, crystallized salt, or iron, for forest
and ocean curiosities, scraps of silk, moss, pressed flowers, or
other pretty things.

HATTIE WINCHESTER,
327 Hudson Avenue, Albany, N. Y.

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Stamps, coins, minerals, and postmarks, for rare foreign postage,
or United States Department stamps.

SIDNEY NEW,
181 East Ninety-fifth Street, New York City.

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Fifty-five postmarks, for twenty-four United States old issues, or
department stamps, or foreign stamps.

DAISY NORTON, 56 Henry Street, Detroit, Mich.

[_For other exchanges, see third page of cover._]

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S. AND F.--You can buy pongee, Surah, or some other kind of soft cream-colored or dull yellow silk, at almost any large dry-goods store in New York city. You can vary the color of the background and the outline of the flowers according to your taste, but it is prettier always to outline the steins and leaves with green. If you put your work in a frame, you will find it difficult to do the darning stitch of the background.

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R. A. E., AND HARRY Q.--We shall be glad to receive an occasional letter from you describing any interesting experience you may have during your contemplated excursions. Letters from all boys and girls who, during their summer vacation, see anything new and worth writing about, will also be welcome. Write your communications on one side of the paper only, and try to tell only those things which are of interest to other boys and girls.

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H. H.--You can make very good molasses candy by boiling together half a pound of brown sugar and one quart of molasses. Drop a little in a cup of cold water, and if it hardens, it is ready for cooling. When it is sufficiently boiled, put in a small piece of butter and a little essence of wintergreen. Cool in a flat, buttered pan. If you wish to make it white, flour your hands and pull it as soon as it is cool enough to handle. Then make it into small twisted sticks.

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Correct answers to puzzles have been received from Maude P. A., Ray B., Annie Brayton, Gertrude Ball, Archie and Hugh Burns, Maude M. Chambers, Amelia Frink, David Griggs, Willie E. Green, Rachel Haviland, Alice C. Hammond, William Hadley, Grace R. Holden, Laura A. Ivins, Jennie E. Jaquer, Jenny Kempton, H. Keppel, E. K. Knapp, Henry King, "Lode Star," "Lansing, Iowa," Bessie H. Moore, Percy McDermott, Augusta Lou Parke, "_Pepper_," C. A. Quin, M. May Robinson, A. E. S., "Stars and Stripes," "Sir Finley," "Starry Flag," Adda Thomson, W. I. Trotter, _George Volckhausen_, Nelse Walton, Willie F. Woolard.

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PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.

No. 1.

ENIGMA.

In pike, not in fish.
In stove, not in dish.
In yard, not in mile.
In chisel, not in file.
In poem, not in rhyme.
In clock, not in time.
In kite, not in owl.
My whole a handsome fowl.

C. R. B.

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No. 2.

EASY CHARADES.

1. My first is a volume. My second is a reptile. My whole is a student.

ED.

2. My first is to study. My second is a banner. My third is daily food. My whole is a great fire.

LYMAN.

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No. 3.

FOUR EASY SQUARES.

1.--1. A bundle. 2. A sea in Asia. 3. An animal. 4. A river in Europe.

MAUDE.

2.--1. A boy's name. 2. Proportion. 3. A famous mountain. 4. Costly.

FRANK.

3.--1. A tropical tree. 2. At a distance. 3. Latest. 4. A fable.

4.--1. A boy's name. 2. Not handsome. 3. Sullen. 4. A song of praise.

G. A. K.

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No. 4.

ENIGMA.

In dog, but not in cat.
In fly, but not in bat.
In man, but not in boy.
In weapon, not in toy.
In meat, but not in bone.
In white, but not in roan.
In sleet, but not in rain.
In dye, but not in stain.
My whole is stronger than a chain.

C. W.

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No. 5.

NUMERICAL CHARADES.

1. I am a pretty proverb composed of 27 letters.
My 12, 7, 4, 16, 25, 11 is a small fish.
My 10, 19, 14, 5, 20 is never late.
My 13, 15, 6, 23, 16 is an animal.
My 26, 10, 21, 8, 3, 18 is to improve.
My 1, 27, 2 is a poisonous reptile.
My 17, 22, 8, 24, 9, 23, 3, 18 is a curious insect.

GOODY TWO-SHOES.

2 (_To Oliver Twist_). I am composed of 8 letters, and am a character
familiar to the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE.
My 4, 5, 7, 8 are found in every kitchen.
My 6, 5, 2, 3, 4 is to break open.
My 1, 2 is an abbreviation.

NELSE WALTON.

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ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 76.

No. 1.

Giraffe.

No. 2.

R A I N L E A D
A N N E E L L A
I N C A A L U M
N E A R D A M P

No. 3.

1. Scandinavia. 2. Toby Tyler. 3. Mammoth Cave.

No. 4.

I C
N H
T R A M O N T A N E
U L
G Y
U B
R E
F L A G E L L A T E
T T
E E

No. 5.

Diana, Venus, Vesta.

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Charade, on page 384--Island.

WIGGLES.

As some of our new subscribers do not understand what "Wiggles" are, we will repeat our explanation. The drawing marked New Wiggle, No. 19, on page 432, forms a portion of the _outline_ of a picture. The endeavor of a wiggle contributor is to furnish a sketch which will resemble our artist's idea.

TWO NEW SERIALS.

Two Serial Stories will begin in the next Number of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, entitled respectively

THE CRUISE OF THE "GHOST," By W. L. ALDEN, AUTHOR OF "THE MORAL PIRATES,"

and

SUSIE KINGMAN'S DECISION; OR, THE STORY OF A MAY PARTY, By KATE R. McDOWELL.

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Two New Serials, "THE CRUISE OF THE GHOST" and "SUSIE KINGMAN'S DECISION," are commenced in No. 80 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, issued May 10. The former is by W. L. ALDEN, author of "The Moral Pirates," and relates the cruise of four boys in a small yacht along the south shore of Long Island. During a dense fog they drift out to sea, and meet with many adventures. The youthful reader will find the story intensely interesting as well as instructive. The illustrations are drawn by W. A. ROGERS and J. O. DAVIDSON.

"SUSIE KINGMAN'S DECISION" is the story of a May Party, written for girls by KATE R. MCDOWELL, and is fresh, breezy, and full of interest. It is illustrated by Mrs. JESSIE CURTIS SHEPHERD.

NOTICE.

The publishers will furnish HARPER'S MAGAZINE, beginning with the June Number (which is the commencement of Volume LXIII.), and HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, beginning with Number 80, published May 10, 1881 (containing the first installments of the new serials)--the two periodicals together for one year--on receipt of FIVE DOLLARS.

HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.

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End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, May 3, 1881, by Various